All Roads Lead Home

In a perfect world, our dreams would have kept us together.

"You are my dream," he said to me...

But in our world, dreams tore us apart.

I ran away from that life.

I threw us away...

And my choice broke him.

A message from beyond the grave would obliterate my world:

"You chose wrong."

These words would haunt me, telling me that everything I'd worked so hard for was wrong.

I chose independence.

"You chose wrong."

I chose a career.

"You chose wrong."

And now, how do I keep running...when all roads are leading me home!

©2015 Mary A. Wasowski (P)2017 Mary A. Wasowski