I am waiting, not very
I fell into the ground some time ago, you see,
and have been all but forgotten.
In the darkness I feel myself dissolve,
the shell that once protected me turn to ash.
I am alone.
Soil fills my lungs, damp and mixed with shit
and death and I’m gasping for air,
screaming for air, choking but
there’s no air, no sound.
I am dying.
I am sure I am dying.
This must be what dying feels like.
to feel the sun on what’s left of my skin.
God, I would give anything to feel
the sun again.
Am I growing?
I am not sure I am growing.
This couldn’t possibly be what growing feels like.
I am terrified,
You say that I will not grow without
the sun and the rain, but what if
the sun has stopped shining?
the rain has stopped falling?
Am I growing?
I don’t feel any different
Surely there must be something I can do to
make the sun shine on,
make the rain fall down,
so I can grow. So I can find
my way to the surface.
I must find my way to the surface.
You talk of leaves and stems and something called
“flowers” but I cannot imagine.
I cannot imagine anything but trying
to find the surface where dirt and ash and
dead leaves and worm shit give way
to warm air.
I’m not going to make it.
Please, just dig me up.
Dig me up and lay me gently on
top of the dirt so that I can feel
the sun on my face and
the rain on what’s left
of my skin.
I want to grow, you see. I want to grow.
But I don’t feel any different
How do I make the rain fall?
How do I make the sun shine?
[ image: Chiot’s Run ]
published February 15, 2015
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