really just some thoughts & observations. not so much a finished poem. Dawn

She wondered
as she looked at the littered landscape of her life
if her fault had been in believing
she could rise above,
that when push came to shove
she could find love.

            There were those
who told her to look and to see where she slipped
and not where she fell.

            There were those
who said there was no explanation for the mystery
of life, who could really tell.

Her body bruised,
her mind confused, her heart heavy with loss,
something in her refused to let go
and drift as she might
to the comfort of eternal night
to what seemed her plight.

            She was one
who would walk on, walk on to the end
of the broken-rainbow road.

            She was one
who would get up again until she could
lay down her heavy load.

She stopped now
and let herself cry tears over all she had hoped
to find on her way, and then she rose
to meet roads yet to travel,
let all expectations unravel
with each step on the gravel.

            Spirit called
and gave her the strength she would need
for the journey ahead.

            Spirit called
with assurance of presence and promise
she would be led.