The Traveler

On a windswept, twisting road,
Walked a traveler, alone.
Thinking of long ago days,
When the traveler was carefree,
And, it seemed, never alone.
But time went on, as it always has and will.
And the traveler was left alone.
Shy, lonely, but still full of pride,
The traveler journeyed on, head held high.
Never allowing a tear to fall in self pity.
But all walls someday crumble, given time.
The traveler one day reached out,
Looking for what had been lost, years ago,
And discovered that she had never truly been
Alone.