The Scarab

She wiped away the beads of sweat with her one free hand

The other holding on to the dredges of her past

Unwilling to let go yet it made the struggle uphill worse

Her past seemed to grow heavier with each step

With every memory trying to drag her down

Back into the abyss.

She envied the people around her as they flitted by

Their own baggage nowhere in sight

While every now and then, she spotted another kindred soul

And looking into their harried faces, she did not empathise

But felt only one thing

Disgust.

She watched the same scene unfolding in front of her

Others walked on, leaving pieces of their private wreckage behind

Their silhouettes disappearing into the horizon

She sighed, as she trudged on grimly,

Sidestepping potholes that would free her

From her arduous journey.