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Learning from the Past I drive along
the road of life
with windswept hair
and a smile.
But when I enter
that banked curve,
there's no telling
how I'll take it.
I flip on a dime,
dragging everyone
through the asphalt.
I lose my ability
at steering away
from confrontation.
I aim right towards
that barrier,
knowing that a crash
will impact others.
I wish I could
handle this race
without destroying
everyone else.
Confrontation
I remember those days, now I just sit back and let people implode without my assistance. I have become a voyeur. I like the feel of this poem - sassy! - slc