Tears fall from my eyes as I struggle in this obstacle called life.
Never knowing which way to turn or how many roads lay ahead.
Yet I know that I will turn down the wrong one and end up lost somewhere in the dark surrounded by trees.
Vision blurred by endless tears flowing like a river.
Each tear telling a story as it hits the steering wheel of life.
One wrong turn and your life is forever altered.
I wonder if this was God’s plan for me.
To live, as I see it, a meaningless existence.
No actual destination just driving on.
Praying that one road will lead me to happiness.
Because Lord knows I cannot ask for directions on how to get there.
Winding curves get me nowhere, turning down streets with no outlets so I have to turn around and retrace my steps.
I find myself apologizing to no one because it is what I am used to.
And still, the road leads on.
In an empty car, as empty as I am myself, nothing but lonely tears that sum up my life.
I’m a writer… I love to write! I’ve been writing since I was eight years old. I can’t imagine life without stories. My life, and your life it’s a story that we are writing everyday.