Spill

Photo By: Carrie

A mess you might make
Think, so it feels

Spill open, slog around
Wade into the swamp, on purpose

Can’t see your feet, not sure
The ground, the muck

Thick, unrelenting
You must get in, arms first

Deep, eyes closed feeling
Your way, uncertain

Pieces, hidden treasures buried
In the silt and dark sands, found

Unleash your soul to laugh
Louder, take a stand

Your heart to open, your dreams
To flourish, your light

Brighten, smells are deeper
Sights are profound, touching

Everything softer tasting
Flavors, everyone hearing the wonders

In the background of the race
You must spill open to feel

This place, surrender to the mess
The mess is the gift

Where the joy lives

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