The Road

The road we travel is ever winding,

Throws me blindly into traffic left or right,... up or down,

Never knowing where this road is going,

Sends my mind into turmoil,

I plead, and ask;

for strength,

for light,

for direction,

The road we travel is ever winding

Sending our internal compasses into knots,

I pull to the side of the road and wait.

Blinkers flash to the ever changing destinations within my mind,

The sun sinks below the horizon,

As thoughts fade and darkness comes into fruition,

I plead and ask,

for love,

for acceptance,

for understanding,

Stranded at the side of the road I wait.

Never knowing where this road is going.