Prompt 18

 May 18

I decided for my prompt today, to do a free write poem. So for the last ten minutes, I sat down and just wrote what came to mind. "Seven Days" is what came out of that.

Seven Days

She sat there with her head down

In the background she could hear the screaming yet again

It's sad to say how used to it she was by now.

Seven days of freedom

That's what she had to look forward to

But she had to get through one more week.

If she had the means, she'd get in that truck

And go anywhere else but there

Leave and never look back in the rearview mirror.

The days kept drifting on by

One step closer to her week of freedom

But life hits you fast when you don't expect it to. 

She sat with her hands in her pockets

Humming some 90s country song

Always a coping mechanism when the worst hit. 

Seven days of freedom

That's what she said to keep herself going

But she had lost that all, with one little turn.

If she hadn't lost her means, she'd be on her way.

One step closer to somewhere else than there.

And away from those mistakes.

The days went by until she was there

On the day of her departure

But life has a way of taking those dreams away.

She sat with her head in her hands

In the background she could still hear the screaming

Even though it had been seven years.

Seven days of freedom

That's what she had promised herself

But that turned into seven years

Of heavy regret.