Seeds

Somewhere the prettiness left

And a pool of dark grey-brown determined sludge

Enveloped my mind

Contaminating all with its heaviness

Strangling my feet

Marooned, I foundered

Yet

Before my hands were drowned, I reached

For seeds of hope

Knowing

That in the depths of mud and slime

Seeds grow

Struggling to reach the sun but still

Determined seeds

Nurtured with tenderness

Tenacious shoots

Clinging to life

Persisted

Until

They formed a mat of verdant green

For me to set my feet upon.