Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Eight- Why Did You Follow Me?

Before deciding to walk in her shoes let her show you her feet. The callous blisters tarnished by the stones who decided to dance on her soles. Yet she walking barefoot across the equator with the red soil tarnishing the pigments of her skin. When she crossed the ocean, borders poured cold water which began to sting. The earth became her shroud covering her in the dust. Like the temperature of the desert, she was scorching like the sun. When her tired eyes saw peace, she ran to towards the mirage only to find illusions are the mirrors to the mind. When the fisherman boat waded by the shore, she became the destiny that wanted more. For herself and for her dreams. A damsel determined to stay afloat. A journey across her dreams beyond what she ever wrote. Yet dreams capsize on that solemn day. Her spirit left her essence and it soared far away. When the morning swallow danced over the scene, her body asked the earth why did you follow me?