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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