Still Underground

I am deeper than I thought

And no one can hear me scream

There is still a lot of ground to dig

Fresh air is still a far fetched dream!

The cold and mild smell of earth

And my tickling nose

My dirt-filled fingernails

And the redness of my palms

All tell the story

Of love for the ground above

I fell into this hole knowingly

And then waited for the storms

To bury me deep down

For I thought this was me

But this isn't me at all

And so I fight

To redo what I do wrong

I am tired of the fall

And it is a long way to go

But there is a lot more to explore

And I cannot stop thinking

About walking again!