Crawling through the slimy mud
dirt balling between each toe,
sometimes life crushes our hopes
dragging us deep down in sorrow.
A leaf crunching into the mix
pine needles lie dead in a row,
fallen hard like an oak tree cut
broken arms arch up like a widow.
Reaching the light in between shade
a sapling rises toward light to grow,
a forest will breathe again and again
feet anchored in rich soil far below.
But darkness will foster mushrooms
poisonous they deadly foreshadow,
a life wasted knee deep in itself
reveals its hollowness and shallow.
Rarely reaching a meaningful moment
the dark flow becomes an undertow,
don’t waste the time you have here
sitting in useless grime and fallow.
Never give up or settle for darkness
life is too short to wallow below,
no matter how buried you feel today
God will still be there tomorrow.