Water Buried

All of my sadness was collected in a dirty rusty pale, a heavy weight that I carried clumsy in a yellow sundress and bare feet. The land before me was a desolate wasteland that I had traveled away from to get this water. Before when I sat here, I planted seeds that I plucked from my own soul with many accusations about how foolish I was to believe something so great could come from something so small. I plopped to the ground, water sloshing around as I gracelessly tipped it over and buried it beneath the soil. When I did, my legs were covered in mud, my sundress was dirty but my body was lighter and I could breathe deeply. I sat looking around without expectations when wild flowers raged through the earths surface just as eager as I was to finally breathe.

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