Rising From The Mud

Rising from the mud

frightened by the moon that shines

behind the shadow trees.

The leaves rustle in the wind

the cicadas and birds hum

tricking her mind with their songs.

The humidity in the air creates

a slow-motion dance of fog

circling the dark shapes on the ground.

A chill, a shudder, and it’s over.

The last vestiges of sorrow hit the ground

morphing into a cleansing drop of water.

The sun hits her face, drying the mud.

Slowly, she turns around and walks away.

For she knows that without the mud

a lotus would never rise.

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©Alexis Rose, image source: Pixabay

Thank you for reading my latest book, If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and for reading my memoir Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph available in both ebook and paperback from Amazon.