It was there that I waited, in the middle of the barren landscape.
Cold winds whipped my hair and nearly pushed me back.
I continued to wait.
Slowly, I became numb, and blind as the sun pierced my eyes.
I could feel the chill rising through me.
I continued to wait.
Lost voices screamed in the winds, deafening me.
My joints stiffened, as if losing youth to the old winter.
I stopped waiting.
Step by step, I moved through the cold.
People passed by and allowed me to continue.
I continued on.
Striving to reach somewhere, anywhere, my salvation.
The weight on my back hindered me, but I couldn’t remove it.
I pressed on.
A glimpse of a house on the horizon, with doors unlocked.
I fall before I can reach it.
I cannot go on.