After reading your piece I hope that you'll be writing more poems, Oivas!

Right out the gate we're given a person worn down with the harshness of the sun striking the sands. To have thought of this imagery from the prompt is a mark to your imagination. Listening to the song as I read, it fit so well the mood and tone you've written. On goes the guitar and so does the person, waiting for inevitability.

The tempo picks up and with the metal comes the fight. Spirit speaking, confident and sure, it could carry the body. I love this strength! Rejuvenation and hope prevail and the journey is far from over.