dig

Dig deep and uproot this ancient heartache.
Wrap your able hands around this coil of a lie
that was planted when I was too young to know better-
and too stubborn to listen.
Shift this heavy soil that has it hidden but not suffocated
and watch it come to light.
I want to feel the earth move under me as you pull it to the outside
and present it to me.
A familiar enemy that kept me grounded in my selfishness,
and left me stranded on the surface.
Immovable. Unshakable. Untouchable.
Shake me free and cut back this ugliness.
Wrap your able hands around my willing heart and squeeze.




artwork by will kinchlea