UNTITLED
The gracious earthworms are spreading over me
crawling over every surface and crevice of my body
as I lay in hibernation in the brown soil
The keeper of time digs and sets me free
yet, I cannot be grateful for his charity
the cold air cracks my freshly baked skin
As I attempt to move forward from my burial,
I remember the comfort the empty worms brought me
And how I feel, pulling on my weak heart, bounded
I am my own woman,
Or how I should feel,
Yet I am fearful
Nothingness;
Silence;
Hush;
Me;
.
This poem is about:
Me