As I walk through the dust road, my eyes hurt due to the dust particles getting in my eyes. Sweat is dripping on my forehead as it gets poured from the unseen heavens.
My eyes tearing down while I carry on the this even pathway.
My ability to see gets obscured, I wonder whether it’s the dust particles entering my eyes or a row of past and present emotions silently whispering like a river stream inside me.
The pathway is uneven, my feet hurt and the rough edges of the rope I am holding onto is equally fatigued.
As I hear my inner noises, my hands tremble and my sight becomes more blurry due to the rise and falls of the dust on the path.
Will I reach my destination?
The luggage am carrying on my back becomes too heavy for my curved back, but I hold on.
I sigh.
With a walking stick in my other hand, to ease up my overused feet, I find a drop inch of strength to carry on this uneven path.
Ox carts and donkeys bypass me, due to my snails pace, but I forge on.
The pain in my palm as I hold on to the rough edges of the rope get the better of me.
A tear drops a from one eye.
I am tired, hungry, and thirsty. All I need is shelter to solace my being, but the pathway to my haven is uneven
Will I reach my station
The old rucksack with my belongings on my back tears up.
I panic.
Oh no! Mum.
I hear a voice from behind.
Are you alright?
With a smug look on my face I vaguely say, yes.
My heart swirls with emotions of my past as I walk to my future from my present.
With one eye squinting, I can see the candlelight of my reached destination.
I pace up but the winds get stronger, and the candlelight goes off.
As it gets dark, I worry. The pathway way meanders, and I lose a sense of my direction.
I have no torch on me and dawn sets in. But I hold on hoping that the beautiful rays of the sun soon beam my passage.
It is still dawn and I wonder why the Sun is not raising. My heart wrapped in cotton wool. I feel it palpitating.
How did I get here?
Swiping off the salt sweat on my face, I feel a goose egg on my forehead.
Ouch! I scream in anguish.
What happened? My mind is foggy due to the long walk on the uneven pathway.
It is painful. Quietly I mumble to myself, soul oh be silent, a spring view is
nearing. The uneven pathway is getting my feet stronger as they get pricked
thorns along the way. My bruised palm cries for a lavender oil soak to smooth and heal as I reach my station.
I am still walking to my unknown destination. And it is still dawn hoping the candlelight will lit up again in a distance.
The luggage is getting lighter on my back and the curved back is slowly getting better.
I will see you when I arrive