It was then I saw her slipping
After the thunderbolts and rain
The soles of her ratty sneakers fighting against a mountain that had formed within thirty years
Torrents of water surge down its side, leveling the peaks and valleys
She was a fighter, she would go on
Until then
When she seemed to forget that soon the ground would harden and flowers would begin to bloom from the salt bestowed on the earth
When the unrelenting hail storms erased all memory of the suns warm rays from her mind
An arc of lightning has cleaved her in two
And left a sullen husk in her place