buried

I’m good at burying myself
So deep not even I can see
But lately, I’ve been digging
On my hands and knees
In the dirt
Eyes wild and feverish
But instead of elation, I feel sheer terror every time something shows itself from the grimy, dark coating of time
Things I forgot
Or never expected to see
Suddenly loosed themselves
Go back! I yelp
No, no
It’s time, says the voice
Ack! I cry
Hear me roar, says the heart
And even though the mind is frowning
The soul sits back and laughs and laughs with glee
I’ve waited all this time, it thinks.