Conquered
Written by: Margaret
She’d made it!
She’d really made it!
At the sight of the colourful flags blowing carefree in the cool mountain air, Sheila’s felt her heart skip a beat.
She’d never seen a more beautiful picture than the multicoloured, welcoming sight before her eyes.
Exhausted, she sat down on a large boulder. Taking her handkerchief from her pocket and without diverting her eyes from her goal she slowly wiped the sweat from her forehead and upper lip. Her heartbeat began to slow down, her breathing became more relaxed.
Letting out a long sigh, she closed her eyes for a moment.
Breathing deep, she greedily gulped the clear, crisp mountain air into her damaged lungs.
The cool, gentle breeze brushing her cheeks brought back sweet memories of years gone by.
How she’d loved it when he use to stroke her chubby cheeks with the back of his hand.
“Did I really have chubby cheeks?”, she thought, as she fingered the starkly protruding blue veins on the back of her gaunt hand.
Feeling herself sliding back into the dark hole of hopelessness and despair, Sheila shook her body and lifted her gaze to the distant snow-clad mountains. The beauty and strength emanating from these mighty creations gave her the necessary push she needed to carry on.
Standing up, she took resolute steps forward, crossing the bridge that would bring her to the holy temple. Here she would offer prayers for the strength to fight this terrible disease.
She’d come this far, she’d conquered the long serpentine track all the way to the top and she just knew she could conquer the rest.
