she crunched through the ice and dirty
snow, knowing that someone had
shoveled a path just three yards to her
left but feeling it necessary to make her own.
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Sarai, this is a beautiful poem. Well writtten. By the way, your name sounds familiar, are you from Eritrea or Ethiopia? Peace
I think you skillfully characterize 'her', whether she is yourself of someone else. The picture of disillusionment is well-sketched. (And I pray 'she' will some day find the 'new innocence' that one poet, William Blake, said is on the other side of disillusionment.)