"The Pilgrim's Walk" (Entry 255)

The bleeding had stopped
to leave hardened skin.
Blisters upon blisters, ten fold.
Healed from within.
The evidence of how far she'd walked.
Her food pack long depleted
to where even at this height,
life's own need, the air retreated.
Mountain springs and nature forage
her only sustenance supplied,
but as she reached the pinnacle,
tripping over craggy outcrops, she sighed
as tearing her robe on jagged stone,
she knew why she had come.
This three month pilgrimage, it was worth it.
She'd reached the Holy One.

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