Marcy stood at the crossroads, the path ahead shrouded in darkness. The whispers of despair echoed in her ears, tempting her to surrender.

A poem about a bride who finds herself not a bride realizing instead she is a widow. She is seeking freedom and learns that it will come...

There's a great divide between us now. One unexpected. Un-imagined. Undesired. Where I am you no longer are. Where you are I long to be.

The days gone by and the afterlife study. There's hope. Perhaps I will see her again.