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 into small pieces to
match the grains of sand.
“Abba.” Is whispered through
parched lips.
Tears would fall, but my water
was empty.
Moment built upon moment.
Hours passed, my body
ached with stiffness.
For the time, the reward is a deafening silence.
My mind into a numb state.
I lifted my head with hopes my surroundings had
changed.
Sand is still all I saw.
I Am still with you in the sands.
I sit locked into place, glancing all around me.
The
small gentle voice held so much promise.
He had not magically change my surrounds.
He did not create an
oasis to splash against my weathered face.
No.
But there was a change.
My feet were still weary and eyes
were still strained.
But I held a new strength and courage.
I was not alone.
As I now place my feet beneath
me, I will continue to tread these sands.
I do not know where this journey will
take me nor do I know where it will end.
Step by step through the sands I grow closer to the gentle voice who gave me strength.
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