The Mud, The Rock, The Grass

December 21, 2014

I walk through the mud

I choke on the dust

Sinking with each step

Drowning with each breath

My heart aches in this place

Movement becomes so difficult

The air is dry

Happiness, I envy

Scared is my reality

In a world that seems too terrible to be real

Occasionally I find a rock

And when I do I step on it for stability

When I find it I move even less

And feel grounded

Even if it is in a moment that doesn’t last

This peaceful place

For me

Seems to never last

For the rock always sinks

In the mud, I just can’t escape

I see grass growing in this place

When my eyes are closed

And it is soft to lay

It is easy to run

 

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