I drive

With the windows

Half down

The sunset over the bridge

A few stray hairs

Covering my face.

The peaceful music

Up loud.

And I think about how lately,

It feels as though

There are boulders

Sitting on my shoulders

And how it feels like

No matter how many times I try

I can’t catch a break.

But I park and rest my head

On my steering wheel

And I think about how far I’ve come

And how I’ve beat this every time.

I try to build the idea

Of something more

Or a reason why.

The sky fades to black

And the warm becomes chilly.

I grasp onto hope and growth

Like a cozy jacket in my passenger seat.