This road has been
A winding path
Uneven, rough
Often paved with glass
Sharp corners, turns
Less than kind
Many miles behind
Sometimes sunshine.
Often cold
Many times unheard
I wrapped my frame
In warming words
Many loves
Along the way
Often hurt
What more to say.
I travel still
To each bend
The guiding hand
Of fate transcends
What lies beyond
The next crossroads
I do not know
What life beholds.