Flash of Anger

Lindsay B


All I remember is you. Yelling. Throwing bottles. Screaming. You were upset, and you had a right to be. But you didn’t have to get in that car. You didn’t have to leave. I could have slept on the couch, given you the space that you needed. But no, you insisted on leaving. And I let you leave. You were not intoxicated. You were not under any influence, Except for the sway of your anger. You were upset. You allowed your emotions to drive the car. And I let you leave Your tears blurred the stop sign you were approaching. You were thinking about slamming him, Instead of slamming on your brakes. You didn’t see the little girl crossing the street, while my night’s events were crossing your mind. Because of you, a family lost a daughter. Because of me, a family lost a son. But you were driving. You were distracted, You were not ready to drive. You were not driving while texting, but you were not completely focused either. You chose to leave, but I allowed you to go.


My parents have never allowed me to drive when I’ve been upset. Although it may be annoying at the time, I always understand that it is meant to protect me. Driving under the influence is a major inhibitor when it comes to driving, but an underrated distraction can be your own emotions. All events in my poem are fictional, but could easily be a reality. With the adrenaline rush from crying or yelling, one could be distracted enough to overlook a stop sign, a turning car, or even pedestrians in the street. Driving while upset is dangerous and risky, and can be avoided by going for a walk to calm down before sitting behind the wheel.