Buried

I’m buried beneath the earth

Ugly, stupid, unwanted

The dirt presses around

Oh how I long to be comforted

The dirty words are cold

I long for a hand to hold

For an instant I feel bold

But then again I’m told

I’m buried beneath the hate

Crazy, damned, fake

Where is my saving joy?

Where is he for my heart’s sake?

Music reaches my ears

The song without tune I hear

Hope approaches near

Fading, flees the fear

I’m buried beneath cold, hard words

Hideous, awful, odd?

A shovel breaks through the night

First thought: it must be God

Arms pull at word-carved stones

Surprised I’m not just bones

Encouragement in undertones

Finally I’m not alone

I’m unburied above the earth

Lovely, always beautiful, first

Cold frost pinches at my nose

But believe me, I’ve been through worse