digging my hands deep into the earth
it's me that I'm trying to free
release me from all that is not me
all that is burying me alive
digging until I get the shape of me to emerge
bringing up dirt and grime
then gently wiping off the rest
carving out the details of who I am without all that I have buried myself with
buried to protect myself from hurt
buried to hide
buried to keep myself away from others & myself
until I just couldn't deny that I ache for who
I am more than who I think they want me to be
unearthing me
imperfect
flawed
messy
dark & twisty
light so bright you can't see
once unearthed, free
free to move
free to breathe
free to feel the air gently touch my skin
free to be