In the back seat, I’d sit, gaze out the glass,
Car rides to nowhere, the moments would pass,
Creating a road map within my young mind,
To escape from the chaos, to solace, I’d bind.
My mother’s loss, an early heartbreak,
The car’s window my canvas, a mental landscape,
In my father’s struggles, I’d drift far away,
Crafting a roadmap, where dreams would stay.
With the car’s gentle hum as my guiding song,
I longed to escape, though it took so long,
Weekends at my aunt and uncle’s, my refuge in sight,
Their home a sanctuary, a beacon of light.
Their love and support, like a warm embrace,
Aunt and uncle’s kindness, a familiar place,
In my mind, the roadmap, I’d never let go,
To reach for their love, my dreams would flow.
As the years passed, I never truly fled,
From the turmoil of youth, where I was wed,
But the roadmap in my mind, that I kept near,
Would later guide me, erasing my fear.
Obesity’s grip, like a heavy shroud,
I yearned for escape, to break free from the crowd,
In the surgeon’s hands, a lifeline I’d see,
The roadmap to wellness, a journey to be.
The weight I’d shed, a rebirth anew,
My escape from the past, my dreams coming true,
In my heart, I’d wish my aunt and uncle had lived,
To see the pride on their faces, the love they’d give.