It’s a long road to an empty land,
Leaving behind the past.
Journeyed into the unknown path,
with blisters beneath her sole.
She’s bruised and tired.
The pain is too deep for her.
The wounds’ still unhealed.
After the dust has settled,
time is drawing near,
as the journey comes to an end,
It’s time to head home.
18 April 2004
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