Day 5

I have come of age.

And our tribe has doubled.

My stomach begins to speak.

I wonder if I’m home.

Still, I walk waiting for my new life.

My mother is ill.

Still, we walk.

Bones frail, and stomachs empty.

Our feet have created a clear path.

Our past is clear and our future unknown.

Yet, we continue.

We are not yet HOME.