Sands of the Journey
By: Anna Bryant I have become a wanderer in the parched lands of a desert. When I began this journey through dunes of an unknown land. I was filled with excitement and ambition, ready to take on the world. No doubts. Not even a single worry. Now I have miles behind me and an unknown number still lay ahead. The sun, which had filled me with a sense of adventure before, has now just become a painful reminder. Another day has come and I have yet to complete what I started. I look in every direction. Sand. Sand is my past, present, and future. My heart is heavier than the pack in which I carry. There are no walls around me and yet any step I take appears meaningless. I scream with all my might, but it is just me here, alone. The sound bounces off the thoughts within my head. “You will die, before you find your dreams.” “You are all dried up.” “You are nothing.” I fall to me knees, my body tensed by the invisible blows. I am broken