The Path Chosen

 Through heavy damp eyelashes the light stretches, dancing across the pavement. Her mind focused and blank at the same time, she takes in her surroundings.  A chill settles into her bones, bringing her painfully aware to the state of alone she's in. Not lonely but solitaire, in thought, heart and movement. A direction set by herself, following no one is...as promised not the clear or easy way. The tears are gone in this state of still, not going forward or back, legs won't take her anywhere she is destine, her wants have left her with a taste not soon forgotten, not easily sated.

Turning her eyes back to the path, over grown, dark and unknown. She checks her new load that looks lighter but feels heavier than before. Her dress tears as she pushes forward, falling in line with so many tears that have come before it. She barely flinches as the branch draws blood, she has many miles to go before she can mend. Her walnut colored eyes look to a dark crescent moon, it's dim light not aiding her journey.  She takes comfort in knowing the only light she needs is that which comes from within.

-n