Light-shattered vision

This woman
wander, teasing
the tree,
the wind,
the dawn light…

illumined her shade,
tipped oft by a stick.

Her eyes were shrunk,
heavy, laden,
whitened.

Her hands
were ragged by mud on;
last day’s rainfalls
swarmed
her day.

She vied
her way out
with silent steps emanating,
thence,
left her marks
a wobbled footsteps
buried with her
light-shattered
vision.

But, why
life is so cruel
on others
who’d need her most?

I’ll say no evil,
yet the dawn’s
turning
her darkest
rest!