Fighting For a Miracle

She sits in the field watching the sun slowly rise above the hill. The warm rays wash over her skin as light fills the sky. She sits in the field remembering the pain, reliving that dreadful day. Those heart-wrenching words forever burned into her mind. She sits in the field and raises her hand to her bare head. Fingers gently caress the stubble of hair slowly returning. She sits in the field wrapping her arms around her now flat chest. The most prominent feature of a woman now lost to her forever. She sits in the field, the taste of salt in her mouth and tears staining her cheeks. The hope of survival sitting just out of reach. She sits in the field thinking of her should-have-been future now lost. Another prayer fall from her lips as she asks for a miracle. She sits in the field watching the sun slowly rise above the hill. Hoping for more days like these and praying for it all to just end.