Mud Poem by Carolina May

Heart beating in a tomb;
mud, quicksand

Breathing; listening to life
resonate behind the walls.

Beautiful words have ceased
to fly at all as they did

Where once was the joy of pure existence,
waves of phrases that thrilled and uplifted

Now the environment is much too hazy;
chemically altered by illness, by excess

Filthy water, tar on the beaches;
but let us not stray from the living path.

If happiness be merely hidden for a time,
that, I can live with

Holding to faith in resurrection,
the comforts of friendship,
immeasurable support to thrive

As sharing is one
of the finest things alive.