I spy a wet road slick with rain.

It does not matter where it goes in the silent night.

All that matters is I know it leads to home.

The warmth of an already made fire and comfort of a soft bed.

A place I can truly rest.

As long as I can keep my eyes open for now.

***

The problem is not that the road is long, but that it is slick with rain.

Puddles hide hidden potholes that might swallow my safety.

The dark night obscures oil patches that seek to throw me off course.

I cannot trust the drivers around me to see me through the rain.

What should be a relaxing drive is a deceiving trick.

Lulling me to fall asleep early with the drumming of drops on the car roof.

***

I know guardrails exist to keep me on course, but even the street signs grow hard to see in the downpour on occasion.

I have to hope and pray that I get home.

Safety my guiding star in the midnight fog.

I am not sure that I could ever navigate without it.

Lost forever in the pitch black abyss and flying from the overpass.

At least until I found a new star.

***

My eyes grow heavy now.

The cracks in the road playing a beat on the car like the ribs on my body.

A lullaby to my weary mind.

But my eyes must stay open.

The final destination must be reached.

For at the end of the long road lies solace.