Traffic

Honking horns left and right,
we might as well wait it out
I think about my life choices
cringe instantly creeps upon me.

Shifting my body out of comfort,
desperate for traffic to start moving
Time passing quickly,
I hope to not be a burden.

A quick phone call to my parents,
“I do not think I will be able to make it”.

Hopelessness filling my head,
desperately trying to piece together what went wrong
The honking is dying down,
relief replacing my sorrow as I move forward.