Buried
Oops, sorry.
Ignore the dirt in my nails.
I’ve spent the last ten years digging myself out of my own grave.
Didn’t realize it would take me that long.
Knew there was a load of dirt on top of me
just not that much.
Used my hands, but had to swallow some of it as well.
Didn’t go down very easy, choked me up a bit.
Brought tears to my eyes and a heaviness to my heart.
But I kept digging.
Sometimes you just have to do that.
Keep digging
Even though you’re
Choked up and your
Nails are dirty.
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But you emerged!
I like your description of the struggle to get back “on top” again. Thank you for sharing.
Wry humor tells something serious. Good job.
Digging myself out of my own grave…. great poem Wendy!
I felt this. Ooof, did I feel it.
Happy you made it out.
“But I kept digging.
Sometimes you just have to do that.”
Thank you for sharing.
What a unique perspective!
Life brings a lot more dirt than we planned on! Good writing.
Wendy, great imagery-so many of us are digging or trying to dig or have dug our way out of our graves. This poem resonates true for so many. Me, My fingernails are much cleaner, now, because I got tired of digging instead I just let my ghost do my bidding or sometimes I holler from 6ft under and hope someone hears..
How cool! What perspective, life as a grave that you dug yourself out of and even though you got dirty you still survived. Well done.
This is a struggle so many of us are acquainted with, especially the heaviness of heart. You have articulated it so well! Bravo!