Stuck

By Michael W. Raley

I have gone too far to turn back,

But I am too paralyzed to go forward.

I’m stuck.

Stuck in the mud that feels like wet, drying concrete.

As I try to lift my legs,

The burdens on my shoulders are making me sink further down.

My chest tightens from anxiety,

But I refuse to be broken.

I see it! A fallen branch.

If I could just get there.

This is not how it will end.

I muster the strength to pull up my left leg.

There goes a shoe.

I pull up my right leg,

There goes the other shoe.

I drudge forward with all I have,

Willing my way through the muck and mire

Until I grab a hold of the branch

And pull myself up out of the mud.

I use the branch as a balance beam and slowly

Make my way over my former prison.

I am covered in filth but free and unstuck.

 

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