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.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s