Migrants

Nervous, courageous,
they prayed, hugged, said their goodbyes.
Began heading North.

In long caravans,
walk our brothers and sisters.
Sad, scared, and hopeful.

Hot, dehydrated
by the sun and salty tears.
Grieving their losses.

Torn, split, heartbroken,
they huddled, held each other.
They kept on walking.

Heads up, front-facing,
they charged again, committed.
Hearts set on trying.

Achy, sore, fatigued,
but they didn't stop for long
until arriving.