Poetry - My Road

My Road

It is ironic the way I feel living in the unknown,
Not knowing which way to go.
Having no plans, no goals.
Looking at the walls, starring at the bars.
I can smell fear and hatred in the air
Yet I see not one tear.
Please God, tell me it's not so
That life will one day carry on
Is there a light at the end of my road?

It is ironic the way I feel,
Living in the moment got me no where but here
Having a habit, not giving a care.
Now I'm looking at the photos of memories gone by,
I can feel the years driving at my mind.

Yet, I can't shed one tear.
Please God, don't let it be so,
Let there be a light at the end of the road.

By: Nicole Hutchins - June 2003

The following was written by GrandLady:

My Dear Child

This poem is probably my favourit one
because I see hope in it. Yes there is light at the
end of the road, bright and beautiful light, almost
as beautiful as you. Look to God & pray with me
that soon you walk the right path in the wonders
of a new life ahead. Remember beauty is within
not always on the outside.
Love Grandma xxxxxxx