A barefooted dreamer wandering lost on the dark and glass covered crossroads of her life, trudges relentlessly to find the end of her long journey.  She struggles to keep that fleeting twinkle in her eye because it's the last memory of the human emotions that once flowed through her soul.  Her body's ceaseless motion is created from the struggle left in her heart; yet, voices in her head scream for her to rest.  Still, she pushes herself forward.  Her weary limbs feel the fictitious iron chains of anguish pull her towards the ground.  To stop and rest would be so nice,but to rest is to let go.  Still she searches for her dreams and for her happiness. 
     Voices try to cloud her mind with doubt, "What if happiness is only a mirage that you have created to make you hope?  If so, then all of your hopes have been false and wasteful.  Come sit and question it...rest your feet on this soft ground over here.  No need to cut your feet on glass and bleed if it is all for false pretenses."  Shaking her head violently as if to jolt them from her ears, Shut up! I cant stop.  Down the painful road she continues with her sore feet and her consumed desire to find the end.
     To look at her most would consider her dead, or a zombie cursed to wander the world.  She could remember when her skin was soft porcelain pale, her lips a blush red, and her eyes twinkled with flecks of brown and green.  Her hair gleamed black cherry in the warm sunlight, whipping around as she danced barefoot in the green grass. This is one of the few memories of yesterday that she has retained, but it is not a happy one for her.  A young child's innocence was her only savior then to the world that was around her.  But as she grew, she bled each time the world pricked her with its sharp realities.  Then, her once pale face and red lips faded to corpse pale blue.  Her brownish-green eyes no longer sparkled with color for they had been reduced to charcoal ashes, as her gleaming sunlight red hair drained to banshee white.  The soft, green grass was now shards of glass, slicing her feet open with every agonizing step.  The innocence she once owned was now tattered and torn.  No one understood why she never gave up; she never understood why they did.  She carries her burden alone with cries of unjustness whispering in the back of her mind.   
     In complete exhaustion, her weak legs give way, as her frail body collapses to the ground.  Sighing, she examines her bony hands that are lacerated from her journey. Her feet she can no longer recognize for they are mutilated and covered with gaping sores.  Traveling mindless and driven, her suffering is but a nagging voice in the background.  Her soul trickled every ounce of emotion out of her body until she was entirely numb.  The wanderer lay down on her back gazing into the ominous sky, as the looming trees seemed to obstruct the moon's rays.   Her vision begins to blur as the darkness engulfed her.
     The dreamer jolts awake to catch the soft grass tickling her nose.  Sitting up, the girl squints against the brilliant sunshine as the delicate, cool breeze caresses her hair.  Flowers of numerous pigments surround her resting-place.  Had she been dreaming all along?   Checking herself, her garments are no longer tattered and her skin is as fine as in her memory. Familiar aromas of cooking carry in the air, whisking by her nose as her belly rumbles loudly.  The dreamer stands to her feet and makes haste down the hill, running to her happiness.
     Further down the knoll, a house so familiar, that it brings tears to her eyes.  Thinking to herself, "Oh, I had been dreaming!  It was just a horrible nightmare.  Im home!  Im home!"  The excitement tightens in her throat as she runs up the stone stairs.  As she opens the door, she yells, "I'm ho..." only to gasp in horror.  A pair of dark, wicked eyes and a cackling sound from under a dark cloak was the only thing to greet her.  She recognized the glowing eyes from behind the trees that followed her every step.  That eerie sound, it was what created the chills on her skin.  The girl began to backup, shaking her head.  She whispered, "This is not right...not right...not...  Hot streams of tears fell down her cheeks.
     Jarring awake, the wanderer finds herself on the ground.  The only dream that she had was that her journey had ceased.  Sorrow crept up her as she remembered where she was.  Her face was damp for she had been crying in her sleep.  Her limp body began to tremble when she finally gave into the sadness that crippled her body.  Her tears of agony fell from her eyes as her hopes shattered to pieces.  That last fleeting glimpse of light that fueled her journey now faded like the suns light at dusk.  It had all been in vain.  Why did she fight so long?  What was the point?  A useless battle that she lost in the end.
     Dropping her hands to her sides, ready to yield the last particle of her hope, a young man flashes into her eyes.  Her breath catches in her throat as she finally remembers the reason for her search.  I have been searching for him.  Her heart begins to plead with her, "He's your peace that you've worked so hard for.  You've bled and pushed for him.  You've traveled miles believing in the day that you would see him.  Get up!  Keep going!  Just a bit longer."
     Shutting her eyes, a stream of tears poured down the sides of her face.  When she re-opens them, that glowing twinkle is back.  Willing her body to proceed, the dreamer pushes up and finally stands to her feet.  Her heart's love and determination has overcome her darkest hour.  Trudging forward, her feet leave her trail of blood and anguish behind as she continues her journey to find her dream, which is her love.