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No Longer a Child
They lie when they say eighteen is the age when you grow up. Everyone knows it’s when you first sit in the car, just you, no one else.
No instructors to teach you
No parents to guide you
No longer a child that needs to be sheltered.
A car pulls out of your house
12 o’clock
You smiled as you edged slowly down the road. Not daring to go past the speed limit
You tense your grip on the wheel, going
11 in a twenty
both hands on
10 and two
Now awake to a world of possibilities
No longer a child.
A car pulled out of the house
9 pm
The passengers dance and sing in the illumination of the streetlights above them
You move your body to the sound of the radio, one hand on the wheel, one in the air
8 weeks of freedom celebrated today
The party travels all night until the sun awakes from its slumber
7 am
6 hours past curfew
A car rushes out of the party
The blinkers flickering like Christmas lights in the night
As you scramble home,
5 minutes til curfew
“Speed up”
4 blocks away
“Can’t be late”
3 drinks in your system
“I’m fine”
2 more intersections
“Didn't see them”
1 other car
“They’ll stop”
CRASH
A car pulls out of a hospital.
You shake as you edged slowly down the road. Not daring to go past the speed limit
You tense your grip on the wheel, going
eleven in a twenty
both hands on
ten and two.
Now awake to a world of possibilities
No longer a child.
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This is the first piece I've written that I take pride in. Without knowing it, I put myself into my writing for the first time and it has changed the way I look at how I write now.