News breaks, my journey begins
Unlike other journeys I can find no map
Confused by networks of roads,
My destination unknown.
Exhausted by the magnitude of my journey
I enter dark tunnels,
Blinded by darkness,
The dim light of hope beckons.
Crisscrossing roads go in every direction
It is a bumpy road with many travelers
Stories of mirages, miracles and stark realities
Stories of journeys that end.
Afterm many months of travel
The road still goes on forever
I recognize that this is an endless journey
This is a journey into my soul.
--mixed media. Patricia Roden Bartels, Indiana