Swift to Fly

taking a cue from Avery...
Stranger In This World- Azam Ali
I have dust under my eyelids.

Everything I see is dust.
The rent ground and electrocuted trees at my feet compose a landscape of dirt, and it is all dust in the air.

I have to change my life, to change my destiny. All my family has walked these desert paths: since the first child was born, since the first mother died.
The tread of their footprints would have worn a trench a thousand fathoms deep, if not for the shifting dust.
waves and billows; of dead trees that turn to dust with the rushing brush of air.
The path is the same underneath.
But the dust..
The dust is new every morning.

I have to change my life. But the counselors have decided. The dust will always stay. The dust hunts me and teaches me the way of the hunted.