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Her legs were lead.
Her arms were stone.
She could not take another step.
The weight around her neck,
Shackles
She could not
Discard.
She was so tired.
But she’d gotten them away
And he was breathing still.
So she shifted the child in her arms.
Walked on.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: tired in 48 words
Find your way up.
Even if it does not take you
In straight line
Or all the way to
Summit.
Find your way up.
Through twist and turns
Through tears and woe
Through long forsaken roads
Of endless
Wandering.
Find your way up.
Through dark pre-dawn
Through moonlit nights
Through the innumerous
Unsheltered
Evenings.
Find your way up.
Reach deep
Climb high
Into yourself
Into the core
Of heart
And spirit
Knowing.
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