Scuffed prints are left in the suffocating mud you once lived in.
And there, laid your hands, clawed into the earth’s existence, like an eagle sweeping down on its prey leaving empty streaks where life once laid.
And there, laid your back. A burdened, crooked spine, shrouded by a dark, hollow emptiness where your worries once hid.
And there, laid your head, where dreams, uncertainties, hopes and anxieties once went to bed and awoke each day with the new sun.
And there, lay your footprints, deep and vivid in the mud that held you down below its murky surface.
There lays an empty carcass, shed as you lifted up through the struggle, with a weightless back, a feathery step, unshackled hands and an enlightened mind.