Megan

The air is humid And the wind is cold. She holds my hand to find warmth. Her hand feels thin and her body looks weak. But her mind is strong For she has been carrying a load much larger than herself for quite some time. I picture her back when she was young and precious. Eyes full of life Heart full of wonder Mind ready to create And her soul soaring above the heavens. Now, I’m afraid this load she carries is taking away her innocence. And infecting her with ignorance Blinding people from seeing her true self. Instead, they see a crippled human With no hope. No belief that she is strong enough. But I believe in her I see the strength in her eyes The love that is still in her heart And her soul still soaring— She looks at me and then looks up towards the sun. Soaking in the last glimpse of light she will take with her on her journey to lighten this heavy load.