In a Rut.
The sadness was all around her
Swimming in misery up to her throat
It weighed her down
Yet refused to choke her
Her tears spilled out
Falling gracefully before soaking into her skin
What a hopeless tangle she had gotten herself into
She spent so long dwelling in this mess she was unsure of how to escape
How long would she sing a song of sorrow?
She prayed this was only a season
This couldn't be her whole life.