Hearten

Buried alive.
Pounds of earth over my head
But still I live.
I can’t breathe
I can’t feel
I don’t look
I don’t listen
What kind of life is this?

I pulled the earth to me
Kept pulling kept pounding then
No one could see me or
Hear me. Did I whisper?
I was gone
But still I lived.
What kind of life?

No life really. Whisper it.
All I need to do is push up
And away
Clear the darkness and unearth the light –
Let the glow bring me back
to Life.

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