In the darkness
of the early morning
before the sun rises
before the birds begin to sing
she walks
not wanting to rest
though her eyes struggle
and her body begs for sleep
she fears her dreams
silently
she walks
the only sound
the faint crack
of twigs and leaves
beneath her boots
and then
comes a quiet whisper
"I wish I could help you..."
and she wonders
who spoke?
was it a ghost
or was it her?
