She cradled her head in her hands and wondered when life became so hard. Behind closed eyes she could remember a world with brighter colors, fresher air, and no worries that made her skin turn gray nor her hair white.
When she breathes there’s a weight on her chest that she realizes is now familiar, though she knows it hadn’t always been there. And when she lays there waiting for a river to flow from her eyes that will never start, she feels like a desolate dessert with nothing comforting inside.
But she hasn’t given up; she still gets up.