my foot is stuck in
the mud of repetition-
barefoot philosophy
allowing no protection
for
my
small
feat
my breath quickens and I
panic desperately grasping
at the crumbling calm
wall
just
out
of
my
reach
I pray my toes
are not dissolving
in the brown sludge, but I
can’t tell and I
wonder if I will
ever again move
forward.
