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.
©Alexis Rose, image source: Pixabay
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Beautifully said!
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Courage to rise after fall is real rising from weaknesses
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Thank You! 💞
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This really touched me.
When we find the strength to rise, anything can be possible.
Love and light
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Thanks. 😊
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I recognize this one, but it’s a good one.
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🙂
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You are very welcome!! Anytime you need a pick me up, I am here for you!!!
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🙂
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Wow, Thank You, I needed that today. 😊
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The pleasure is all mine! I am so appreciative you share such amazing writing with us!
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Thank you, Steven 😊
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Thank You, Alyssa ❤️
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Beautiful writing, Alexis.
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Very lovely words! Thank you for sharing this beautiful post!
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Thank You! 😊
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Lovely words
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Cicadas are pretty fascinating.
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Thank you, Nicole 😊
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Thank You! 😊
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Reblogged this on Art by Nicole Corrado.
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Beautiful! I love cicadas too!
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