To walk unburdened,
Her feet had other plans.
Each step betrayed her, a quiet battle—
She fought for composure, found only pain.
This was supposed to be enjoyable,
Time to bask in nature's beauty.

She lagged, guilt swallowed her
Heavier than her faltering strides.
Her friends slowed, offering help she refused,
Their kindness a reminder of her inadequacy.

At last, they reached the car—a hollow victory.
She sank into the seat,solace eluded her.
"Are you okay?" they asked,
A smile, brittle as glass appeared,
One crack away from shattering.

They stopped for refreshments,
Beckoning her to join,
She stayed,
Alone with the ache of shame and embarrassment.

Tears carved paths down her cheeks,
Release for the torment she bottled
Feet, meant to carry, betrayed her,
Every step a punishment.

Fleeting wishes stirred for a drink
She silenced it, scolding herself for the thought.
Her penance for being a burden once again.

They returned, laughter light and carefree,
Clutching their refreshments.
She drowned in her self-loathing,
Their joy echoed in her sea of shame.