The Broken Traveler

I see signals,
and road signs.
I see paved highways,
and empty drive ways.
I see the world has passed on by.

It’s a lonely journey,
for the broken and wounded hearted.
It’s the ‘reduced to a crawl’ kind of trek.
Through the fire burning yearning,
to the never ending despair.
It’s been quite the epic adventure,
for this tearful traveler.

But now is the time to move on.
The life you once had is gone.
Time is what it takes to heal,
and all you can do is just keep holding on

– Jen Larson November 2009
Inspired by: Audra. Y

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