![]() Secret In the SoilA Poem by Kathryn SmithI knew that look dear, eyes always seeking was there in someone who dug long ago Why were you digging? What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth? It was dusk I had enough of the cage so I ran I ran in panic through the place with all the flags their words hurt slowly killing me like a plague their hands suffocated me like branches wrapping around my neck their eyes shot out bullets I wore my war paint I clutched the key I flew to a park full of beautiful trees and in my hands I carried a small blue box into the woods I bolted sweating and tired out of breath and broken my head echoed their words my legs burned like fire I gave way I collapsed and fell to my knees How could I leave? With eyes full of fury I ripped off my necklace I threw it into the box gold euros and flower petals poetry I wrote Pictures I drew and sea shells from the ocean they all were put into the box If I couldn't be free I couldn't be me but with love I vowed I would return I'd return with new wings It'd be my very own adventure with no chains I wouldn't feel so small and lost sheltered and invisible in a world that spins I would love those who loved me I left my heart In the place I was happy Deep in the soil in Killarney I buried me me and a blue box of gold full of whispers and wishes hope and joy It was moment of drive that turned into secrecy today as the waters rise my little box drowns and dies but I live and prevail I have found my wings and I am about to set sail still clutching the key with eager lovely dreams and soil stained knees goodbye little box I'll remember you always whoever finds you shall break the lock he will walk with my time and then he will stop He will look at me and our smiling eyes will be kind my tongue will speak this story of mine
© 2016 Kathryn SmithAuthor's Note
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