Guiding Light
Bethany Bruno
Why do they all disappear?
I’m always the pinprick, drawing a speckle of blood
Which turns to a puddle by each dripping wound.
I kill friendships because of lies
With jealousy which presents itself to me in various forms.
In the end, I’m always the one who is punished, hurt, grieving.
I’ve created desolation one tiny puncture at a time.
NOW LEAVING PORT ST. LUCIE, COME BACK SOON!
Moon light covers the pine tree incased sides of I-95 like a blanket of calico snow
As I make my journey from home to a place of redemption.
A college to find self-worth through perfect papers, aced assessments, and academic analyses.
Frigid cold air from my cars A/C unit froze my fingers stiffly against my steering wheel.
Each mile sign passes by instantaneous...167....168....169...
Without headlights coating a road ahead, a world filled with darkness would solely exist
Determined to engulf me, taking hostage until the morning sun begins its shift.
REST STOP AHEAD. NEXT REST STOP IN 56 MILES.
TURN RIGHT AT NEXT EXIT.
PARKING-->
RV AND CAMPER PARKING<--
The rest area burns fiery lights. Blue, red, yellow, and green neon streaks reflect off
dashboard, lying down, staring out my fog encrusted window.
Windows are rolled half way down and the breeze off of the crashing ocean waves blows
Bitter taste of salt water, seeping into my mouth, making me thirsty.
Opening the door, placing my tired feet onto the rough pavement
I look up into the dark night, watching tiny stars that give the sky its brilliance.
Sudden flashing of light hits my eyes then quickly disappears, only to reappear moments later.
Flashes of a swinging trapeze artist within the darkened swirl of clouds.
Looking towards the beach, I see its creator
A guardian lighthouse that guards the vulnerable ocean at night
Directing sailors to lands of safety.
Beacon of hope which calls out to me.
Where is my call of safety within the darkness?
Bethany Bruno
Why do they all disappear?
I’m always the pinprick, drawing a speckle of blood
Which turns to a puddle by each dripping wound.
I kill friendships because of lies
With jealousy which presents itself to me in various forms.
In the end, I’m always the one who is punished, hurt, grieving.
I’ve created desolation one tiny puncture at a time.
NOW LEAVING PORT ST. LUCIE, COME BACK SOON!
Moon light covers the pine tree incased sides of I-95 like a blanket of calico snow
As I make my journey from home to a place of redemption.
A college to find self-worth through perfect papers, aced assessments, and academic analyses.
Frigid cold air from my cars A/C unit froze my fingers stiffly against my steering wheel.
Each mile sign passes by instantaneous...167....168....169...
Without headlights coating a road ahead, a world filled with darkness would solely exist
Determined to engulf me, taking hostage until the morning sun begins its shift.
REST STOP AHEAD. NEXT REST STOP IN 56 MILES.
TURN RIGHT AT NEXT EXIT.
PARKING-->
RV AND CAMPER PARKING<--
The rest area burns fiery lights. Blue, red, yellow, and green neon streaks reflect off
dashboard, lying down, staring out my fog encrusted window.
Windows are rolled half way down and the breeze off of the crashing ocean waves blows
Bitter taste of salt water, seeping into my mouth, making me thirsty.
Opening the door, placing my tired feet onto the rough pavement
I look up into the dark night, watching tiny stars that give the sky its brilliance.
Sudden flashing of light hits my eyes then quickly disappears, only to reappear moments later.
Flashes of a swinging trapeze artist within the darkened swirl of clouds.
Looking towards the beach, I see its creator
A guardian lighthouse that guards the vulnerable ocean at night
Directing sailors to lands of safety.
Beacon of hope which calls out to me.
Where is my call of safety within the darkness?
