Mud

For a brief moment the sun breaches through the clouds

The warmth on my face 

Grass under my feet

Only to be replaced by the cold bitter feeling of rain 

Wet, and frigid

I stand there immobilized 

As each drop slowly pounds me into the ground

Down to my knees

The thick mud covers my face

And slithers into my mouth 

Until someone grabs my hand 

and pulls me out of this quick sand 

and i cough out the black sludge 

Which is released in words of honesty and compassion

My eyes tear as i look up

Only to see who was my savior

An angel rising through the clouds back towards the sun

Smiling down on me, hand out stretched 

Until the clouds slide shut 

And I am once again covered with mud