I stand
in the middle
of a muddy puddle
dirty water fill my shoes
Grounded
the shallow swamp
grips tightly to my ankles
and I am left with no shelter
I look up at the horizon
endless charcoal clouds roar
as my toes shrivel
I wait....
frivolous
it may seem
I will never
get this time back
The clock runs so fast
I feel the rush in my hair
and listen, unwillingly
to it's taunting, unceasing ticks
I cannot deny
my patients weighing down
matting my hair to my hot face
as I watch others travel pass me with their umbrellas
I've waited so long
for the sun to dry up this muck
so I can be released
and continue my journey of life
Only to realize
I must find my own protection
to the endless storm
and walk against it
to get what I want
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