Reborn

Slammed down into the deep dark mud. Loss of feeling, nowhere to go, pressure building along the thighs. Slowly sinking and screaming but no sound resonates. Its hopeless to struggle as you slip further into the wet cold of insanity. Thoughts of laughing children playing in a green open field are the only calming effects. Watching an earthworm squirm along the outer edge leaving a trail of slime and despair. How did this happen, where am I going and why are but a few disturbing questions. I don't deserve this. The mud has traveled all the way to your breast as gently and caressing as a young lover in lust. As thoughts of suffocation dance inside, the realization of how short life is and how much you have wasted on the ridiculous pursuit of self centered accumulation and total disregard for anyone else causes a new found desire to live. No longer satisfied with the eventuality of the situation but ready to try again. To do it right this time and not alone, but with others and for others. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind erupts from behind. You feel a brush against the back of your hand but can't quite see what it is in the darkening dusk. You feel along the ground to find a vine and life. A new life. As you pull yourself from the muck you get a feeling as if you are being freed from the dirt of this world and are being reborn.