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I think my life's been sitting at a stop sign for a while now engine running, foot on the brake, but no-one telling me when to go. There's no traffic, no danger, no reason to wait... and somehow I still don't move. Maybe I'm scared of what's past the corner, or maybe I just got used to stopping I forgot how it feels, to press the gas. Time keeps passing me not fast, not slow, just to remind me I'm the only thing standing still. People drive like nothing's wrong, like the road is simple, like decisions don't way a thousand pounds when you're the one holding them. I read that sign again STOP. like it's a command, not a moment. So I listen. I stay. I wait... even when the world has already moved on. –––xx10m
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
Stop Sign
I think my life's been sitting at a stop sign for a while now engine running, foot on the brake, but no-one telling me when to go. There's no traffic, no danger, no reason to wait... and somehow I still don't move. Maybe I'm scared of what's past the corner, or maybe I just got used to stopping I forgot how it feels, to press the gas. Time keeps passing me not fast, not slow, just to remind me I'm the only thing standing still. People drive like nothing's wrong, like the road is simple, like decisions don't way a thousand pounds when you're the one holding them. I read that sign again STOP. like it's a command, not a moment. So I listen. I stay. I wait... even when the world has already moved on. –––xx10m
This poem used the stop sign for a metaphor, for a hesitation, fear of moving forward, and feeling mentally stuck despite having no visible barriers. "This is PART 1 in the series" There are a total of 5 poems in this series"
#stopsign#fear
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
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