Write a poem that speaks, interspersed with the narrator’s responses and thoughts.
Why do I hit all the red lights?
she wonders and looks up to God
for an answer.
I don’t know what to tell her.
It’s like I’m forced to stand in the
while the world keeps moving.
she tells me like I know the feeling
and I do but I don’t so I nod.
Will anything I do ever matter
and will my life ever begin?
I know she wants an answer but
doesn’t expect one. She knows through experience how to put up with silent treatments