THE JOURNEY

One eye on the road
One eye on the watch,
She waited for the bus
And another journey to start.

The bus finally came
Coughing and sputtering,
Like an old man
On a chilly winter morning.

As she sat in the bus
Her hands froze and knees shook,
As memories flooded the mind
With similar journeys she earlier undertook.

She hoped against hope
That today be her day,
But deep inside she knew
It was just going to be yet another day.

Another day of her failure,
Another day of tears,
With same raw pain and
Mind numb and unclear.

So, she sat frozen with fear
Thinking about the future,
Which seemed so dark and uncertain
And felt so highly insecure.

Later when she turned back home
With dejected face and misty eyes
A sad smile appeared from somewhere
As for once, she was proven right.