Scott Whitby, 2023
Terrible things happen so they
can pave a broken road,
the one crooked and hard to pass
like holes in our souls
There was that perfect girl,
one I couldn't live without,
until she did the one thing
forever leaving doubt
A grand baby girl cried, she
needed words she didn't know
She gave you courage enough
to cross that river but come back home
A little boy awakened again to
slapping, screaming, so much fear
Another rut in the wretched road
that led away from there
All uphill, a trail of mud, and storms around each bend
Turn left sometimes, maybe right?
Never knowing there's an end
Going back is not a choice
the thing back there forsaken
Even knowing not where this ends,
a rented path is better taken
You see it when you get there,
that now paved road the only way
Had there been an easier route,
would it have led to here today?
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