DecPoWriMo 10

It is okay to never 
Be okay ever again

Though you may wish
To return to normal

Nothing is ever so
Simple as turning

A corner and finding
Another corner waiting

At the end of a long
And harried road

A train may stand in
The way offering a ride

To a destination that
Consists of longer roads

Each milestone basically
Just a stone marking miles

That we could have
Stopped counting if there

Had not been so many
Stones along the way

The grief remains the same
Size but life grows around

The wound and if you are
Lucky life gets bigger