Driving Through Life

Who a person is
depends on what they know,
the encounters they pass,
allowing them to grow
from what they learn
on the roadtrip one takes across life's highway.
sudden stops of realization,
the icy road of unexpected tragedies
for which one was unprepared,
and the nine-car pileups of catastrophes,
whether caused by occurences
beyond one's control,
or deriving as a direct result of existance.
However it happens, all outsiders see
are the changes; the constant metamorphisis;
the autumn leaves falling off the oak tree.
people never realize
what's truely going on
underneath a strong exterior
who's sole purpose is to bear a weaker inner being.
Not that you're not strong.
I'm sure you are.
But everyone breaks
when someone hits the right pressure point;
and just when you don't expect it,
fingers jab into that place, that spot
to get your temper red hot
and make you lose control,
hands grasp the steering wheel
to gain it back,
but the icy pressure drives your mind off the road
into a street light that breaks you down.
Your body sits back
into the unconcious state.
Unaware, unable to move.
You're simply there, going nowhere.
Want a jump?
I can be there to help.
I'll send a flare into the sky
and pray for the reply to offer
a helping hand to pull you out of the car
or get you off the ground
when life has blown you down.
But you must look to yourself too
for the best of help
to find that sliver of strength
to get you to the next intersection on
Live and Thrive.