Car
On the freeway looking out,
a world whirls by past my anxieties
blinkers on, off, unsteady
lane changes and side swipes
and I feel unsteady.
I stick my hand out to the air,
the empty seat next to me
where I wish I was
with another’s hand holding me.
I want to go where someone else goes,
not off and around on my own
singing my old love songs—
until I remember . . .
There’s a hand to hold
even when I don’t feel it breach
my overheated space.
There’s one who guides
and who drives
holding the wheel when I don’t understand
the road ahead.
He sits beside
within the tide of my raging worries
unseen but always present.
He knows the future,
the perfect GPS.
And I can worship my stoplight songs knowing
He steers the car I’m belted to
though it’s my shaky hands that grip the wheel.
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Hello, I’m Anaiah! Welcome to my corner of the internet! I’m a writer, editor, and creative who is endlessly fascinated by people, books, beauty, and words—looking at life and its adventures through the lens of the hope Christ has for us. I work with poetry, devotionals, and fiction and love exploring the introspective, the emotional, the beautiful, and the questions life leaves us all facing. I hope you enjoy!
