The Road Well-Travelled

The Road Well-Travelled

(By Mary Coyneen)

 We all know of different paths and roads 

 The happy ones

The slippery ones

The one that I know so well

The road of grief, I’ve travelled

many times too many

The happy ones of ups and downs

My husband, my soul mate, my friend —

We travelled together, living life

Sad times and happy times

Then a crossroad —

The one that stops you dead

 in your tracks

 And he was gone

 He could not stay

By far the hardest road to travel

Compared to a car crash

I’ve heard it said

A good description

I was part of the wreckage

 Left alone — to put the pieces back

Left for a while on a roundabout

 Needing help to get off

Ask and you shall receive

 I’ve also heard it said

 And I did

 F.O.S.L put me back on track

Not just friends of suicide loss

 But also lost

That was me

This road is rough

Now and then it changes

Until I began to see beauty again in Life

I could stop and smell the roses

There were times I needed, though tough 

to look back down that road

 The one now well-travelled 

 But I can go on 

There’s more flowers along the way 

 And just like me

 They’re growing