Chosen

Smoke rising against the horizon,
Red glow upon her rising, pregnant
Belly.
Mad dogs, howling deep into
The night,
Her aimless wandering finding
The route unbeknownst
Until this moment.
The baying hounds,
Bringing back the memory
Of her encounter with
The jackal,
Remembering the pain
As it ripped against her inside,
The fruit of the attack
Now growing inside her.
Shunned by all she ever knew,
Alone in this life
Forever and foreboding,
Needing, yet not desiring the companionship
Of another,
The voices
In her head,
Stronger and more
Purposeful with each day,
Reminding her of how special
She was,
She is and how special
She will be,
Being chosen as a vessel
For one so important
And one who will shape
The changes
About to
Come.