Pre-Life

by HV

With swollen limbs from
short breathless walks
Stretched skin and
worn elastic lined her pant waist
She clutches at the rail
she uses to help her climb the stairs

She pauses after three steps,
Continues, then pauses again
Taking a sip from her water bottle
While searching the area
with intent eyes
as if wanting to ask for help

Her steps were precise,
cautious,
And paced

She struggles to move faster
But her care was not in her pace
Radiant and glowing,
She trod on with
The globe she carried
in front of her.