Destination Signs

Rolled up her sleeves

Started to clean

She just wanted to

Grab her keys

Head out and leave

Shattered glass

Moments happen fast

Picking up the pieces

Of her broken past

The mirror doesn't lie

And make up cannot cover

What's hurting deep inside

How can she ever say goodbye?

She kisses the twins

Softly, atop their

Sleepy, scented heads

Then weeps into the

Confines of her lonely bed

The little ones need a life

More than Mommy needs

To be claimed someone's wife...

...Shattered glass

Another tragic breakfast

Throwing away the pieces

Of her broken, troubled past

Sunny afternoon reflection

Flushing medications

For her depression

Neurotic decisions

Over eating in front of

The almighty television...

...Headlights criss-cross

The evening window

Her hand trembles

Ready beneath a pillow

She shuts the light

Daddy's going to

Sleep early tonight...

...The little ones need a life

More than Mommy

Needs to be a battered wife

With night moving fast

She turns on the gas

Covering the traces

Of her troubled past

She grabs her keys

Heads out and leaves

Two little ones asleep

In cozy piles of love

Strapped safely in car seats

Rearview mirror

Midnight yellow glow

Somewhere she

Can no longer go

Cracked windshield-

Just more shattered glass

Road moving by ever so fast

She'll tend her broken pieces

And mend her troubled past

The desert horizon erases

Memories of haunted city streets

Each painted highway line chases

Her accelerating heart beat...