Who Could It Have Been?
You’re driving down the road. It seems like an ordinary day. There’s wind in the trees, and thoughts in your head. You get a text, or you smell your breakfast, or you hear a song on the radio that you dislike. You lean down to take care of it, to change it to what feels right. That’s when you feel the sharp impact, and hear the crunching of steel and shattering of lights. Who did you just hit? Who did you just injure and possibly kill? It could have been a delinquent, lost and alone. It could have been a parent, whose children love them so. It could have been a teenager, who was destined to change things for the better. It could have been a child, whose future was ahead of them. It could have been an officer, on their way to save others. It could have been a student, who only wanted to learn. It could have been an author, who was writing things for the people. It could have been your own mother, though it might seem improbable. It could have been an artist, who was pursuing their life’s passion. It could have been a teacher, who was giving youth direction. That person you just hit might have their life changed forever. That person could be permanently injured… Or not breathing whatsoever. Getting behind the wheel and being distracted hurts more lives than your own. Don’t allow yourself to be a cause of someone else’s tombstone.
The purpose of this poem was to put the reader into the position of the offender, and show how easy it is to get distracted while simultaneously showing the dangers of such a thing. I hypothesize that most people, when driving distractedly, are thinking that their actions will only have consequences for themselves. I wrote this to point out that their actions will probably have a worse outcome for the people around them in actuality.