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Asleep At the Wheel of Her Own Life (Poem)

Updated on September 24, 2016

An Introduction to My Poem

I came back here today to edit this poem. It has been taken off the published list, so I wanted to find a way to get it published again. However, I now do not want to edit the poem itself. Instead, I will write a little introduction here and talk about the reason I took the time to share this poem.


This poem is not particularly flowing with rhythm. No, It is not completely rhythmic. It is a narrative to a day that I had, which felt melancholic as I went through a normal day of life. It has my thoughts attached to everything that I viewed that day. It also states the feelings I experienced from a normalcy we find ourselves in sometimes during our daily routines.


The pictures are from my hometown and are meant to paint a picture into my story through my poetry. I hope this explains my poem more. Thank you for reading.

Mossy Oak Roads in Hilliard, Florida

A concrete road I travel everyday in our little town. Georgia Street is in Hilliard, Florida.
A concrete road I travel everyday in our little town. Georgia Street is in Hilliard, Florida. | Source

Our little town has a few train tracks, and as you can tell, I like to photograph them.

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Sometimes we have the two lane train delays. :)
Sometimes we have the two lane train delays. :) | Source
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A beautiful song with great lyrics.

Wild Flowers on Country Roads

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The end of our dirt rd. home. Named after my cousin who was killed in 1984 in a hunting accident.
The end of our dirt rd. home. Named after my cousin who was killed in 1984 in a hunting accident. | Source

© 2015 Missy Smith

She bought a

pair of shoes

she needed,

but didn’t care

to have.


And next she

went to the

grocery store

and pondered

up and down

the aisles.


Driving home,

she stared into

space, then

stopped for a

long two train

delay.


She watched

as the trains

zoomed by,

getting a bit

dizzy by the

red flashing

lights.


She kept

staring as if

in a trance.


As the train

cars flew by,

vivid images

of years past

started to

invade her mind.


Then the rails

raised high, and

she crossed the

tracks, as if in

slow motion,

she drove on

passed.


Keeping on the

concrete road to

home, she glanced

at the overcast

clouds with a moan.


The wild

flowers that

were tossing in

the wind,

struck her as

being slaves on

this earth of sin.


She couldn’t help

but feel half sad

from the stale air

her lungs breathed

in.


She made it home,

yet she didn’t know

how. She sat there

a moment before

she got out.


She told herself

it was time to snap

back, unload the

car then try to

relax.


It is sometimes

hard for her to

keep going, with

this life of routine,

of not knowing.


She certainly

wonders who

she is some days

and why her god

chose her to live

this way.


And as her day

came to an end,

and she finally

settles in for bed;

she will gather her

strength for

what tomorrow

may have

ahead.

Melancholy Sky

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I was wondering...

Do you ever have days of not feeling fully present in the day?

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© 2015 Missy Smith

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      Missy Smith 2 years ago from Florida

      Today I've been trying to get outside more aviannovice. It is so nice out, and I love to go sit outside and listen to sounds, even if it is just to hear the wind blow. Thank you for reading my poem. :)

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Rejuvenation is a very real necessity in life. One must have a good place to be able to escape for a bit. It can help one get through the day.

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      Missy Smith 2 years ago from Florida

      On the days I took those photos, I was indeed feeling alive. However, those are photos I had taken on previous other days that just seemed to fit with this poem. On this particular day described, I was feeling as described. Thanks for your comments Faith. Trains soothe me to sleep in the distance too. :)

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      Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

      Hi Missy,

      Yes, I've had plenty of days where I just seem to be going through the motions of life ... however, here as Brian noted, it seems you were aware of all that is around you in your photo shots.

      We have mossy oak trees too, and in my little town there are train tracks, but I am glad I live on the side of town that the train tracks don't block my way home : ) I love hearing the sounds of trains in the distance at night for some reason. When I first moved here, they kept me awake, now I just relax to the sound.

      Thank you for sharing in your interesting poem.

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      Missy Smith 2 years ago from Florida

      Thank you so much for taking the journey with me Gypsy Rose. :)

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      A most interesting poem. Yes, it sure does feel that way some day that I am not really here and walking through a trance. Creatively done as I took this journey with you.

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      Missy Smith 2 years ago from Florida

      It's funny you talk about how there is always another day, because since I wrote this, that song from the movie "Annie" keeps playing in my head. "The sun will come out tomorrow, so you got to hang on til tomorrow. Tomorrow...tomorrow...I love ya tomorrow, your only a day away.... Yes, I think you are definitely one person that understands my words the best Dana. Thank you! :)

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      Missy Smith 2 years ago from Florida

      Love the quote, and you are quite right with that recite Brian. Great comment, makes me think. Thank you! :)

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      Missy Smith 2 years ago from Florida

      It seems my poetry comes from my soul. Memories of times past, future hopes and dreams, or just being in the moment. Thank you again, manatita44.

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      Missy Smith 2 years ago from Florida

      You know how they say that every part an actor takes has a little of their own personality to it? I think when I write, I do the same thing. Even if I'm trying not to talk about me, I add me somewhere in the mix. I'm glad you are getting to know me. I need some friends who just get me. :) Thank You!

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      Dana Tate 2 years ago from LOS ANGELES

      I loved the truth in this poem Missy- I had one of those days yesterday. I seemed to be just "existing" I even stopped by this little dress shop and picked up a dress that was on sale-not even really wanting it. Today I woke up and felt great. I tried on the dress and loved it- I was so happy I bought it. Life is funny that way thank goodness there is always another day.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      I understand. Very vivid story and so real for many. Excellent narration and great Poem.

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      B Brian Hill 2 years ago

      Ah. Some very lovely images to create your emotional depiction. The irony is that to create such as this, you cannot be asleep. Though I feel the sentiment of that "sometimes" place. "To reveal is to awaken." There. That's my quote.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      You put another little bit of you into each poem Missy. Every stroke of your pen reveals a little more to us. I feel I am getting to know you very well, and your poetry never disappoints. I too have those moments occasionally where I seem to just do things routinely and trying to think back afterwards I can't recall the process or how I got there. Nice work, and lovely photos too.

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      Missy Smith 2 years ago from Florida

      It is meant to have a very melancholic feel to it smilealot, and then resilience at the end. I feel it's how I've held on to life this long; pulling myself out of melancholy to continue on. Thank you!

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      Missy Smith 2 years ago from Florida

      The last comment I made was for swalia. I don't know why, but I have been forgetting to address the person in my comment lately. I apologize.

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      Missy Smith 2 years ago from Florida

      I think at some point in everyone's life, we all ask him that question; I really do. Some days I feel I know the answer, some days I feel like maybe I don't. Thanks for stopping by and reading. :)

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      Missy Smith 2 years ago from Florida

      I love that description Frank, and I think it fits this poem perfectly. Thank you for always reading my poems. It is much appreciated. :)

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      Smilealot 2 years ago

      There is a melancholy running through this poem, but then some resilience is found as she gains new strength....nicely done:-))

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      Shaloo Walia 2 years ago

      Sometimes we seriously wonder and ask God 'why me?' I loved the way you have described this in the poem.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      wow this I will consider a multi layered tapestry... I loved it Missy