Yeilding
The wind whips strands of her hair, as people around chatter like birds, in the trees, noise all around, and silence is all she hears. Her mind the quietest it has been, in years silent and unyielding. Her health not the best, not knowing what’s wrong. She tries to think, the possibilities. Her mind so silent, not answering, quiet, not yielding a single word but one, “life”.
