She Walks

She walks across a desert.
There are people but community it ain’t.
Water’s flowing ‘round and through.
It’s just that she's alone

The trek is not light like a feather.
Sometime’s there’s pain.
Often, where she’s going, she can’t view.
She walks despite some saying it’s not foretold.

Where she’s going will not mend her
life, but it will be worth mending once she migrates.
Life will begin anew,
Not of heaven but of earth alone.

When she gets there sure-
ly we can assume It’ll be great.
Greatest of every one or two
Or three or however many days till home.

She’ll find, she’ll find it.
Step step step.
Then… she'll start.
Her mind will be a home.