For this week's prompt, write a tough spot poem. The poem can be about your own situation (past, present, or future), someone else's, or whatever you can conjure up. Think late bills, shootouts, and tough choices.
Glorious sunshine with fresh clear showers.
The rain soaks the muddy grass.
Suddenly I find myself sinking fast.
Helpless to stop the sucking mud.
Trapped fast in the marshy bog.
Terror-struck as I am sucked to the waist.
Then they stop, as the danger is clear.
My arms flailing wildly above the mud.
I manage to grasp it and hold on fast.
The mud is clinging, holding, pulling me down.
A helicopter hauls me free from the mud.
Rescued from death, my nerves are shot.
Life looks very beautiful from a very tough spot.