She walks though it hurts.
Her cracked feet are numb,
Yet sting and burn and bleed
Sunburnt skin, matted hair
Dust caked under her fingernails
She pushes on. Knowing.
My heart still beats.
Pushing her forward, only ever
Forward. Toward the unknown.
But it must be better.
Parched, she cries if only
To drink her salty tears.
Her dark eyes burn in the heat,
Her shoulders heavy with despair.
She walks though it hurts,
She knows this is the way to Mend.
Trudging onward, even though it's taking every ounce of faith and strength, is her only choice as she knows it'll mean mending the pain....Wow, imagery is vivid in your descriptive wording. This sounds like a life-saving journey she's making... Nadine