She Walks This Road Alone

She ventures down the lonely road She starts with her great love at her side They walk hand in hand enjoying the beauty on every side The silence is deafening amongst the choir of crickets The radiance of the wildflowers that fill her senses with glorious colour As she stops to admire And take in all her senses can hold She realizes she has gotten off the path She walks the road alone The road is getting so much harder now It starts to lead uphill The beauty still surrounds but the thickness of the vines Wrap themselves around the trees and onto the path Almost tripping up her feet making progress so slow She sees him off in the distance, moving quickly and increasing the gap The sunlight streams through open sky But Darkness creeps in like a snake coming in for its catch She knows that there is a part of this road she is destined to walk alone No-one else can walk beside her No-one else can understand She carries too much to hold his hand As she picks up the flowers along the way The bouquet is getting larger Are they flowers or are they weeds? Harder to discern At times the path gets easier, and she sees her love in sight The sunlight pierces through He is just ahead of her He heads to another fork in the road As she travels in peaceful silence Comfortable in her aloneness A certain sadness in the realizing There must always be these roads The flowers are getting heavy some have dropped along the way Thick beauty of colour surrounds As the birds have their daily business meeting in the treetops She accepts what cannot change She joins her love at long last Where the sun kisses to greet the road Hands intermingled and stride in step There will always be parts of this road she will walk alone A sacred reality The flowers she picks up along the way are the rarest flowers her eyes have ever seen The only place to collect them is on the lonely path. Grace Daub December 19, 2021