Thick, sludgy, mire envelops me,
A cool, unset cast,
Its heaviness cruelly holds me in place,
Allowing room to wriggle,
Side to side,
But preventing even the smallest of steps.
Before me,
The future, a welcoming stranger,
She beckons.
A promise-filled road, wide and open,
Virgin land awaiting my special mark.
And behind,
The litter-filled, crowded regret of past mistakes.
Calling out,
Taunting me with the brutal comfort of familiar torture,
And mental bridges not quite burned.
Too scared to press forward,
Too shame-filled to go back,
I stay bound,
In mud,
In uncertainty,
And in fear.
I stay,
Stuck.
About the Creator
Misty Rae
Author of the best-selling novel, I Ran So You Could Fly (The Paris O'Ree Story), Chicken Soup For the Soul contributor, mom to 2 dogs & 3 humans. Nature lover. Chef. Recovering lawyer. Living my best life in the middle of nowhere.
Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insight
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Comments (6)
« Mental bridges not quite burned », yes, I feel this.
Nice deep piece❤️📝💯❗
Fear does keep people stuck. Very relatable 🥰
This is fabulous. "The brutal comfort of familiar torture," resonates. Well done.
You can have negative thoughts. Don't live there. There are many positives in your life!!! As always, thisis well written, Misty!!!💖💖💕
And yet, you did find a way to move forward to embrace both happiness & a love that is mutually shared. To describe this so well, I'm guessing you channeled earlier moments in your life when thick, sludgy mire seemed a little more daunting?