Place one foot in front of the other,
Through the mud and sand.
Rise up through the grit and dirt,
Risk taking an unknown hand.
Realize the changing forest,
Feel nature’s oven beat you down.
Don’t let the wind steal your breath,
In this desert you can drown.
Time to shed the skin of the mind,
And take off your boots and clothes.
Free yourself of tradition,
Feel the mud cake between your toes.
Hear the creeks of old stories,
Lingering in your tree.
Let yourself flow like a river,
Learn to be free.
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
And the Sun Came Up Tremendous
In memory of the 12 girls who were among the first victims of the atomic age. The screen on Mara's smartphone screamed beams of blue light into her eyes as she doom scrolled through social media. It was 4:13am, and she was still laying on her side in her bed unable to let go of the news headlines whipping past.
By Amanda Starks5 days ago in Fiction
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