THE LONELY ROAD
 
She would not have driven off alone,
In the middle of the night,
If he had not scared and bullied her,
And started such an awful fight.
 
"That's it!" she said, "I've had enough!
I can't take it anymore!"
She grabbed her car keys and her coat,
And, in tears, ran out the door.
 
Aimlessly driving, she left town,
And headed for the open road,
No goal of any kind in mind,
Just get away, lest she explode.
 
She did not know the road she took,
Nor realize how dark the night,
There was no moon; there were no stars,
And not another car in sight.
 
Her thoughts were not on her surroundings,
Her mind was filled with deep despair,
Where she was, she did not know,
And at that point, she did not care.
 
Then suddenly a falling limb,
Blew hard against her car,
It jolted her, making her aware,
She had let down her guard.
 
Now, more alert, she looked about,
She felt nervous and uneasy,
Her heart was beating rapidly,
Her stomach churned ... was queasy.
 
The trees were black, satanic hulks,
They moved like monsters in the wind,
Menacing and threatening,
Unruly and undisciplined.
 
She turned her eyes, as she raced by,
No need to see such things,
Yes, out of sight was out of mind,
She flew like she had wings.
 
Then thunder rumbled overhead,
It growled like an angry beast,
She wondered if it would attack,
And would its fury be released.
 
She drew a breath and thought of death,
She shivered like she had a chill,
She tried to ignore imagined threats,
But she felt weak and ill.
 
She pushed her pedal to the floor,
She wanted badly to escape,
Then her head lights caught a frightened deer,
She gripped the wheel and hit the brakes.
 
She swerved and veered and missed the deer,
Which swiftly ran away,
But her car now at a total stop,
She trembled, shook and prayed.
 
Such a lonely spot upon the this road,
No one would hear her, if she cried,
Then lightning flashed and crashed about,
She was truly terrified.
 
She sat a moment quietly,
As she tried to get her bearings,
Here she was ... all by herself,
No loved one near or caring.
 
Sure, she left of her own free will,
But what's a woman s'posed to do,
When she's berated and degraded,
And sometimes beaten, too?
 
Their love was great, 'til it turned to hate,
That was after he began to drink,
He loved his bottle more than her,
And it finally broke their link.
 
But now ... what a dumb thing she had done,
She had more sense than this,
Yet, look at her on this lonely road,
Full of fear and cowardice.
 
"Get a grip, girl," she said aloud,
"This is not the way to go,
Where's your backbone - were's your nerve?
Time to let the real YOU show!"
 
 She knew what she had to do,
And she prayed with her whole heart,
"Please, dear God, protect me,
And help my car to start."
 
At first the engine coughed and sputtered,
But then it caught and hummed,
She heaved a sigh, "Thank you, God,"
Her healing had begun.
 
With shoulders back, she straightened up,
As down the road she went,
The trees outside had settled down,
And the thunder now was spent.
 
As she drove along, she felt less wrong,
She felt secure, and she had hope
The long road was not so lonely now,
And, by the grace of God, she'd cope.
 
The darkened road seemed lighter, too,
For the morning sun had dawned,
Yes, given time, she'd be just fine,
She smiled, as the car rolled on.
 
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright March 2007 ~ 2009