Road

 I was driving down the road,

with tears flowing from my eyes, 

where I came to the crossroads,

I didn't know which way to go. 

Empowered by the moment,

the road seems to open wide, 

and yet I chose the dead end

circling back knowing what I'd

find.

It is not about comfort,

no peace waiting at the door,

the familiarity that is spoken

relies on what is in store. 

Fear makes a judgment call, 

directs us on which way to go.

From the start our journey is written

and from that the experience is known.

One hurdle too many, 

the obstacles still stand in the way, 

maybe the story is finished as

we say goodbye to yesterday.