Rebirth

High-beams cut the night

As she stumbles roadside,

Exhausted and afraid.

The rush of cars

Won’t silence her heartbeats.

Loud in her head,

Rushing in her blood.

Dust clouds her vision,

But she persists.

A lone figure

For so many hours.

She pushed on til dawn.

Resplendent sunbeams

And a welcoming horde of faces

Awaited her at the end of the road.

Beginning again:

All of the trauma left in the dust.

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