she had lain in the dark
long dreary days
encased in a coffin of earth
cold as death
—
slowly, oh, so slowly
she shakily shook off her shackles
fingers arched, stretched
clawed at dirt
—
inside the damp of her grave
she felt the earth warming
heard the world waking
longed to join
—
inch by inch she dug
’til she could kneel, stand, see light
into glorious blue spring day
the flower errupted
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