the is mud in my heart
that’s what it feels like a dark murky weight
pressing on my chest but its not real
only on the inside
I know the rules of correction the mantras and words of truth
sometimes it makes no difference the knowing
it stays stuck in the mind
while the heart suffocates under the stick of muddy
pain
but tomorrow….
not to be futuring my way out of today because today will hold its bits of cleansing
not futuring it away but rather
hope
this is what I hold as I feel my heart smile a bit more between the mud pies