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
Mary , what a beautiful poem filled with sadness , happiness and Hope.We shall travel this road together my Friend 💜