She is a highway
Many men have paved on her...
And left their pot holes.



From the "I Haiku You" series

Copyright by Joyce Rogers

She cannot control
The need of wanting a soul
Even, for one night.

road close for repair
every hole is a memory
she now rides safely

Plagued by many thoughts
Her streets are a dark detour
What a life she leads

The pot holes are many
Her streets are weary and closed
Confusion hugs her

Too much traffic here
Scale down to one lane for now
Repaving takes time

the confused mental
has closed the road or pathway
only to refine

Burning bridges of sorrow
Rebuilding the spirit
Believing in self love, she