Mud

My heart’s been walking in soul sucking mud, the kind that pulls my shoes right off 

As I slog through the muck from point a to point b. Bare feet carry gamely on, step by sticky

Step. Pick up my shoes and brace myself against gravity’s ultimate challenge. Falling

Face first into the mire is a real possibility. I’ve been here before. It’s not pretty.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats. View all posts by nananoyz