So long I've rested beneath the soil,
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of rock and earth immure me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
My waking head tilts;
parting the walls of this prison.
The metaphor of my body splinters the coffin lid;
cleaving the earth above.
No more silence…
this voice shall fight its rasp.
Fused eyelids shall part.
A seed gives birth deep within a crevice,
its new form crawls to the light.