The Jagged Path

Tiny droplets of rain were falling
on the top of the girl's head as
she continued to trudge a path she
doesn't usually waalk on. Her mind
is swarmed with a plethora of thoughts
making her think more and more.

She actually feels alive at the moment.
She was already pierced by the trials
and frustrations of reality. She already
knew hunger and thirst. She already tasted
blood in her mouth and saw ugly bruises all
over herself. She already felt the impending
doom of death. These things have makes her
feel alive.

Queries just flew here and there in her mind and
she became more confused. Why is she
walking into a different path? Where
is she going? Why does she seem invisible? When
did people become indiffferent and insensitive?
Why is life hard on her? Why is she confused?
Why does she feel a burning pain on her chest?

The pain on her chest is making her
breathless. And she is still marched ahead to
nowhere. The frustrations, pain, and feelings she
keeps are ambiguous, for all
she knew is that she was alone.

She becomes breathless and numb all of a sudden.
And she lays herself carefully across the jagged path.