Start Poem by Christina J. Williams

I am at the start again where it all began.

I have been pushed way back to the point where it seems like putting my foot on the gas is a waste of time.

The light has turned green but my mind is still on red.

It Already has stopped moving on only to get back to the where I am.



I can get off the brake but then I am scared I don't know where I will go.

I have lost my control to steer.

For depression is now control of the wheel and wont let go.