Sandwiched between two aisles of natural bliss, everything seems perfect for an unrealistic second. The smoothly laid tarred road is bounded by a sea of magenta, golden-yellow, and Sunkist orange colors; a sight normally not ingested by the likes of her; only drab colors formulated from her heart is all she really knew.
Knowing her life is seized by another's hand makes her feel sick and helpless.-Being unable to control the steering wheel makes her feel uneasy in her seat. Where is he taking me? Where will I end up? How long will this ride be? How long can I last like this? Questions stew inside her mind as she sits aside this stranger- in such a spectacular view..how can something be this wrong?
She gazing out the window for several miles watching the colors of fall pass her by just as vividly as she sees her past, present and future vanish in the dust right before her. With no one in sight, no one to talk to, she has lots of time to think, to dwell, to reason. Trying to come up with a plan for a great escape is in the works, but she is skeptical. Her voice inside is so loud she wonders if anyone can hear, and she wishes someone, anyone would notice she needs help. Desperate and disabled by emotion she just waits some more.
The feeling of worry and loneliness are strapped to her chest as tightly as her belt, and she anticipates the ride coming to an end so she can break free from her restraint. Every mile marker passed represents another moment in time she has wasted..another event that she may miss. As she embarks on a visions of feeling needed, wanted, rescued-she is faced with her own reflection peering back at her-it's a girl who is clearly just dreaming of freedom. She is stuck as she has been abducted is the term she uses.
An umbrella of delicately formed clouds float in the sky above her, and she secretly ask them again for some small solution- Maybe today the angels will hear her plea and clothe her in the comfort of their wings. Maybe they will swoop her up and cradle her , flying her off to some safe place she creates inside her mind. A bump in the road wakes her from her fantasy and she glances back over to the man on her left.
Lyrics and melodies seep from the rusted speakers creating a fullness inside her throat..shear agonizing task to hold back all the emotion the words are creating. Yet she wont cry, not no more, for every tear that exits confirms that she's been defeated. She wants to be strong. But how? How do you be strong long after you lost hope, lost your way, been on a ride that does not ever seem to end. She has been gone so long that she is not sure even who she is.
As the engine reeves skimming every inch of road she reflects on the past thirty years skimming through every minute of it looking for some sort of solace.
As the clock continues to tick and the music forces about more painful visit she thinks, "Can I make it another minute, another mile, another song ? Can I afford to keep sitting here and not do nothing?" If he don't kill me I'm gonna kill myself-there is only so much I can bear. I'm so tired, I'm confused, I'm ............ As she lingers on her many surfacing concerns the stranger to her left turns to her and says..."We're home now". And as her husband lets go of the steering wheel and exits the car, she gets out and follows him inside their home on Mourning Street.
(Premise)- A women who feels alienated around her husband..who has lost her way, cannot be herself and is completely regretful and unhappy.
(Message)- Take control of the wheel, don"t let anyone else drive you where you don't want to go because if you do you may find yourself on long painful journey down a road where the end might not ever come or an escape may be too hard to foresee)
Copyright: S. Hayes 2013