A Hell Of A Road Poem by John Warrington

It was a ‘eureka moment’.
Driving for miles and miles in the throttling, demonic dark.
And alas, it was a night off for an old friend called moonlight.
Not sure where I was, nor certain even where I wanted to go,
It turned out to be one hell of a road.

Face squinting through the steamed up glass,
Seeing nothing but the deathly monotony of monochrome.
Shadows spinning the blackest weave of thread, through my head.
Oh yes, it was a hell of a road.

Then a speck in the murky distance,
So infinitesimal that it took a while to transmit from eye to brain.
I plundered blindly forwards, but still so cautious,
Hope being held in rein.

Then a sudden, explosive surge of embracing warmth,
With piety I exclaimed “And there was light”!
And I saw that the light was good, and at that wondrous moment,
I at last separated wrong from right.

With total certainty I put my right foot hard to the floor,
Doubts about the direction I was taking, no more.
The demons cowered and slinked back to their hiding place,
I had done what they feared and through the rear mirror,
Looked myself in the face.
It was a hell of a road.

And as often happens when you know where you are,
I gobbled up the miles; my journey no longer seemed so far.
No more did I look for roadside directions,
I simply followed my heart and my heart lead me home to you.
But it was a hell of a road.