There was never any one thing that kept her going.
Sometimes she kept moving because if she stopped there would be no one to stop Them.
Sometimes it was because she knew she would disappoint her family if she gave up.
Sometimes it was because she didn’t have it in her to lay down and stop moving.
Either way, she’d been going for so long, mostly alone and almost always having to leave behind every good thing she found that she didn’t know how to stop.
It was a lot more difficult to stand still than it was to push forward.
I struggled with this prompt more than the others. I couldn’t figure out if I was going to write a little story snippet or write a poem. Either way, this was what happened after reading the Dungeon Prompts: Needing Some Inspiration.
Breathing In 