Kendra Payton

A Different Kind of Life

My feet drag across the ground as though my shoes are made of cement rather than the soaked fabric that clings to my feet. My chest feels just as heavy as I make my way through the thick mud that covers the ground. Slowly, stumbling from my heavy shoes and my weak knees. Rain falls in sheets. It soaked me the moment I stepped out of the house and I'm grateful for it. Sunshine on a day like today would be insult to injury.