My drives…

Others drown their sorrows in drinks
I ditch mind on the blacktop
I’ve got gas and rubber to burn
And miles to shred beneath me
I pick 85, north or south
Or 90, east or west
And I ride until the pain goes away
I drive faster than my racing thoughts
Just to try and clear my head
I let passion and emotion pour from my soul
Spilling from my mouth and over the steering wheel
Singing louder than the voices
Of fear and doubt that ride shotgun
They like to backseat drive
But I don’t push those limits
And I keep it between the lines
AC’s up on full blast
To freeze the tears streaming down my cheeks
The headlights blaze the trail before me
They shine into the dark fog of my future
I may not know where I’m going
But I know what I’m leaving behind
When I feel half way sane again
I make that sharp U-turn to head back
Slinging my troubles off the hood
Like a box of rotting trash
I lose so much on that ride
But when I pull back into home
I know I’ve found much more

About Sheritta Bitikofer

Sheritta Bitikofer is an author of eclectic tastes. When she's not writing her next historical fiction or urban fantasy novel, she can be found volunteering at her local animal shelter, shooting archery at a medieval reenactment event, trekking across a battlefield, watching a historical documentary, or having coffee with her husband at their favorite café. A wife and fur-mama to two rescue dogs, she makes time to write engaging and moving stories about shifters, vampires, and magic that enthrall readers from cover to cover.
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