Suffocating in
A tiny town is not for
Me. I want big skies,
Wide open spaces,
Room to grow, to breathe, to be;
Room to run, wild and
Free. Trapped in small-town
Hell is not where I thought I’d
Be back when I was
Young and carefree, when
I knew all there was to know,
When the world was mine…
If you liked today’s poem, there’s more where it came from! Check out Tuesday Daydreams and A Song for All Seasons for more of my poetic ramblings. Happy April!
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I read your poem a few hours after this other post. You might find a clue for another poem or two. I am assuming there are a lot of similarities between rural Iowa and rural Ontario.
http://www.narcity.com/toronto/10-signs-you-grew-up-in-rural-ontario/
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You know, there really are! A lot of thise things are true about small-town anywhere, I imagine.
And oddly enough, I got stuck behind a tractor just the other day…Thanks for reading! 🙂
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Thanks, Roger! 🙂
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Amazing poem, Kay. You really captured a feeling I think we all have when we get older. I sometimes look back and am astounded by how different my life is from what I’d planned. Must share.
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Thank you! You know, normally I love small town life. But yesterday, I dunno…I just felt stifled. Everyone always knows what you’re up to; you can’t just get away from things.
There’s a song in Footloose “Somebody’s Eyes,” and it perfectly describes life in a small town. Most of the time, it’s great. But when I was young, I couldnt wait to leave home behind. I sure didn’t make it very far, though.
Still, there are always times when it’s not so great, and for me, yesterday was one.
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A poem worth sharing!
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Aw, thank you, Tricia! 🙂
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This sounds like when I was sixteen and couldnt wait to leave home.
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You and me both. I ended up leaving home at 17, but I didn’t get very far. I still live within minutes of where I grew up, and I’m not at all where I thought back then that I would be by now.
What about you? Are you where you thought you’d be?
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Not at all. I left home for school at 16 and never looked back (figuratively). I’m definitely where I thought I’d be but I’m not unhappy with where I am. Back then, I thought by now I would have been married at least. lol!
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I thought back then that I’d be living in some major metropolis, probably New York, editing books for a living and writing them on the side. Instead, I live a few miles away from where I grew up and work as a secretary. About the only part of my teenage self’s big life plan that actually happened is the writing books on the side part.
I’m not unhappy with where I am, but it’s not where I thought I’d be. And I have a whole lot more kid-type company on this crazy journey than I ever thought I’d have. 😀
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