Fork in the Road 2013 By Alicia Hudak
And I have lived the kind of day when none of your sorrows will go away. My 18th year began with the slam of a door. At 20, another door was shut, and I shut the possibility I had wished before I could even verbalize it. I’ve been beat up, I’ve been thrown out, but I’m not down. At 33 I hit send To a chance Of a wish From my birth An obituary followed with the tale of an artist, a nature photographer, a hairstylist, a loving mother of five, dead at 46.
A dark hole formed I fell over its edge Down the coldness of its grip Alice heading to dystopia It goes down and down and down some more—depression.
And there I dwelled, grieving, crying over someone I had never met— mother. Yearning for her embrace more than ever. Reaching out for another door… SHUT. I’ve been shown up, but I’ve grown up… and I’m not down. Then I hit open An email, a window To hope, answers, to truth— Dad Followed by A visit:
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