Buried deep

Beneath the ground,

Not a splinter of sun

Could touch this paper thin skin.

A weight so heavy upon my chest

I could not catch my breath.

Just let me sleep,

Let me cry,

Let me forget

How much I miss your touch;

Your voice singing me good night.

A shadow of what was,

A seed of what’s to come.

Watered by tears from the inside out,

I felt a crack,

A breath fighting from within.

I clawed through the dirt,

Reaching as far as I could,

And then it came, a ray

Grazing this paper thin skin.

I whispered between inhales of earth:

Look for me

I’m still here, I’m still alive

I’m simply waiting to rise.