Oct 18, 2002
In the wee, small hours of the night
I reflect on all that has happened.
Life has suddenly taken a turn
Where no one wants to go.
The road I must travel
Is a very lonely one.
I am going through the desert
With no relief in sight.
All alone I must find my way to the end of this journey.
My destination is a place called New Life.
The road leading there hasn't been completed.
I detour yet again and again.
I have been through the city of Numb.
It gave me protection when things were too much to bear.
It helped me get through the rocky early days of the trip.
It helped me do what needed to be done.
The city of Acceptance seemed to be a long distance off.
Yet I felt as if I had arrived.
Acceptance is a hard place to be
With reminders that things cannot be changed.
I am unsure where the road is now leading me.
More detours on this journey will be found.
I wander through knowing I must continue to travel
If I am to reach New Life.
How I long to quit traveling
To be at peace once again.
I want to be free of this jorney
I will find New Life and Hope again.