Buried Alive

Some say to be a sunflower

Ever-turning towards the light

Eyes ablaze

Blinded by its rays

Rather, 

I feel pulled 

To what lies beneath 

Roots forming

Weaving

Reaching 

Guiding me further 

Down into the depths

Finding stability as I forge through

Blanketed in the earth’s embrace

Finding wisdom weeping in her womb

Her arms wrapped around my sorrow

She, an alchemist

Turning pain into fertile ground

Decomposing what doesn’t belong 

I breathe in her rich decay 

Filling my lungs with soil 

For I know she nourishes 

And I will emerge renewed

Erupting in song 

For it’s in darkness 

That the seed splits open

I am buried

Yet I am alive