the old truck hums
into the weary morning,
rolling medicine
for the forlorn soul.
over mountains of despair,
through prairies of mystery,
along rivers of lost dreams,
to the ocean of new beginnings.
broken lives and broken hearts
will break again and again,
each break creating a stronger
bond.
feel the drone of asphalt,
the rotation of wheels,
disappearing fog in distance
reminding us that hope remains
on every mile of the healing road.
