I don’t go down that road anymore

and I haven’t in years. The steep drop

of that county road hasn’t changed any

 

and the shadows of kin still have no light

to bring. Though there were good things

and sometimes love was seen, I cannot

go home to a place that only held anger

 

and expectation for me to become who

I wasn’t and would never want to be—

 

and now I know all the exits.

 

A street pole with a multitude of signs, each stacked on top of one another and pointing either left or right. Together, they all read “I Don’t Go Down That Road Anymore.”

Media Attributions

  • Art by Abigail Workman