I write poetry

The Road That Waited

Beneath silver skies and a setting sun,
blue Subarus fade, one by one.
Their taillights burn in the falling night,
then vanish slowly out of sight.

I have wandered far, I have wandered blind,
searching for something I could never find.
Through nameless roads and shadows deep,
I chased the promise the darkness keeps.

Yet even lost, I somehow knew
there was a road that would lead me through
a quiet path, unseen, unshown,
that felt like somewhere I had always known.

Perhaps every turn that led me astray,
every broken road and wasted day,
was guiding my feet through dark and doubt
toward the path I was meant to find out.

Now beneath the silver sky,
as the final light begins to die,
I find the road that waited for me
the road laid down before time came to be