Originally Published October 15, 2014
She left no stone unturned.
Looking up at the swaying branches,
She knew this must have been the place.
One by one she searched,
Over-turning pebbles and boulders,
For the thing
She felt hopeful and doubtful
She would find.
The moist forest soil
Established itself underneath her long fingernails,
Cracked and chipped from
Finally, with rubble and destruction
She found what she had been
A faint smile etched,
A small tear dripped,
And she knew Life would never be the same.