Driving the loop,
Just to come back home.
Once my destination was a no go,
The scenery became the highlight.
Taking turns and noticing things I had not on previous trips here.
In awe of the view out my window,
There is so much out there
That I am kept from,
Trapped in here
In thought,
Immobile with fear, anxiety and sorrow,
Thoughts twisting and turning, on bends and hills, and slopes; looping,
Like the Acadia road,
But void of the scenery
I am working my way out,
Edging toward the door,
To be in the world,
To be free of the cycle of this loop.
She of Letters 