BURIED

I sat in silence in a house I called pain,
And stared out a window at the pouring down rain.
It took all my strength for me to stay warm,
I shivered in silence as I watched the storm.

Lightning strikes interrupted the night.
They illuminated a field with their fiery light.
As I wondered if the storm would ever pass,
I spotted a mound of dirt in the grass.

I remembered what I buried in that hole long ago.
I buried it deep and I buried it slow.
I was determined to unearth all that I lost,
To dig up what I buried no matter the cost.

Grabbing a shovel, I threw open the door.
The cold rain doused me as it continued to pour.
Out the back door I made a quick dash,
The lightning ignited the sky with a flash.

I ran and I ran, and then fell with a thud,
Landing face first in a yard full of mud.
That wouldn't stop me; I didn't care if I was dry,
I'd dig up what I buried beneath a dark sky.

The shovel hit the ground and I started to dig.
The luggage I buried was incredibly big.
It was filled with things I thought I didn't need.
Now that I was starving, I wanted to feed.

The more that I dug the more I got wet.
Not just the rain; I was dripping in sweat.
I could see the baggage, it's large and it's wide.
I dug with my hands, tossing the shovel aside.

After freeing the suitcase from where it was bound,
I placed it next to me on the soaked ground.
Everything inside would be once again mine,
I thought to myself as the sun started to shine.

I ran to the house with the suitcase over my head,
Then charged through the door and went straight to my bed.
I flung the luggage open revealing everything inside.
When I saw all the contents; that's when I cried.

I saw my notebook, and my pen with its ink.
That's my creativity, I write what I think.
Next was my mirror that belonged on a shelf,
As a daily reminder to always love myself.

My sweetness swam inside a jar of honey,
That was next to a vial of my knack to be funny.
That's why my smile and my laugh were there, too.
They're stuck together with a small dab of glue.

My empathy and my kindness were both locked inside,
In a pocket with happiness, which was next to my pride.
All the things I had buried were the best parts of me.
After all of this time, the best parts were free.