My safety, my life, hangs in the balance
My safety, my life, hangs in the balance Everytime I step into my car, I hear it; Blaring in my face, unceasingly, The beeping that won’t end until I buckle up. I never ignore the beep, How can I? When my safety, my life, hangs in the balance. But fifty percent of people who have been killed in collisions ignored the beep. My mom lectures me on the dangers of my phone: “You spend too much time on that thing!” “You better not be using that while driving!” I never use it behind the wheel, How can I? When my safety, my life, hangs in the balance. But at least one in every four crashes is caused by the use of a phone. Despite her quirks, my mom has taught me well: As the safest driver I will likely ever know. I always check my mirrors, always pay attention. I never slack on vigilance, How can I? When my safety, my life, hangs in the balance. But parents are the top influence on teen drivers, and not all of them leave such good examples. Whenever I drive a friend someplace, We like to have fun, talk, listen to music, I know when it’s too loud, and always turn it down. I’ll never let it distract me, How can I? When their safety, their life, hangs in my balance. But still fifty percent of teens killed in car crashes were being driven by another teen. When I slip behind my wheel, I never can forget: My life is precious, a one time stint, So I won’t waste it on driving distractedly. I never choose the risky move, How can I? When my safety, my life, hangs in the balance. But four thousand teens lose their lives in collisions each year, about eleven every day.
I wrote this poem from a personal, relatable point of view. I am a person who believes life is VERY precious, and I would not let a silly thing like not buckling a seat belt or checking a text while driving take me down. I felt as if my passion for life, combined with some choice statistics, would create an eye opener for teens. Perhaps this poem, that recognizes the urge of driving distracted but quickly disputes it with its emphasis on the very real risks of such behavior, will serve as a springboard for other teens to develop their own ideas on the sheer waste of life in such heartbreaking statistics. It feels as if I am constantly coming home to my mom informing me about another tragedy in which someone’s beloved son, daughter, brother, sister, or friend has been killed in a crash. It would be fantastic if my passion could take us even a baby step towards irradiating such events.