In the stillness of the night, the air was thick with tension. The distant howls of dogs echoed through the trees, a haunting reminder of the relentless pursuit. Yet, she pressed on, her heart pounding with each step. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows, dancing like specters in the dark woods. Fear threatened to paralyze her, but she knew she couldn’t afford to stop. The shouts grew louder, a cacophony of desperation and determination.

Every fiber of her being screamed to keep moving. She could almost taste the freedom that lay just beyond the horizon, a sweet promise that urged her forward. Her legs burned, her breath came in ragged gasps, but she didn’t waver. She was driven by a force stronger than fear, stronger than pain.

Freedom was not just a distant dream; it was a tangible goal, a beacon of hope that lit her path. She knew that to stop was to surrender, to give up the fight. So she kept going, fueled by the unyielding desire for liberation. Each step was a defiance, a declaration of her unbreakable spirit.

In the face of insurmountable odds, she found her strength. She kept going, not just for herself, but for all those who would follow. Her journey was a testament to the power of perseverance, a reminder that freedom is worth every struggle, every sacrifice. And so, with unwavering resolve, she continued her relentless march towards freedom. 🙏🏾

©️ Beatriz Esmer