loss of independence day

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The veil of darkness falls across the sky

As movement and my freedom wane,

I walk on weary legs, to places seen

Only through a window pane.

I realise now, the slave that I’ve become

And when that object that I crave

Goes up in flames, a wall of icy heat,

Then I know that independence was

The most important thing to me.

I realise that this poem is very dramatic and it sounds like my whole life has gone up in flames, but with my car quite literally going up in flames, I have lost something really important to me: my independence.

I learnt to drive when Noah was a baby and I realised that getting the bus with a baby and a pushchair and a few bags of shopping was just too much for me to cope with. And since then my car has become more important to me than I actually realised.

I work in a school that is out in the middle of nowhere and I have a teenager who I could need to get to if anything goes wrong at his school. So not having the car has actually made me feel a bit panicked.

I feel that it’s a bit sad that I’m so reliant on my car because I don’t even particularly like cars. But it’s that freedom that I crave. I’m hoping that I can get a new one super quick and I will never have to see the inside of a bus again.

I take my hat off to those of you that commute on public transport all of the time. You are all legends.

Much Love

Rachel xx