It Was My Turn to Dig Again





it was my turn to dig again on the ground,
where we buried the secrets we chose to forget.
Covered now by decaying leaves of the watchful tree
that stood like a quiet sentinel that towered
over our sweat slicked bodies.

did we bury our secrets that deep?

it was my turn to dig again but all that i could see
were tattered remains of memories that fell apart,
as my fingers scraped them off this part of the earth
where we buried them with our promises and tears.
am i digging for something that no longer exists?
or did we bury what used to be us beyond our reach,
left to die a silent death with the worms feasting
on souls that are still trapped within beating chests?

-©The Elusive Scribe 030414-


3 thoughts on “It Was My Turn to Dig Again

  1. Such tragedy and painful pathos for what cannot be forgotten.. It probably lives to some extent in all of us, but so much better to forget and build again with hope renewed. Well written but so sad.

    • Hello Marie, thank you for your comment. 🙂 Yes, I agree that there are some things that should be forgotten or buried in order to rebuild one’s self and hopefully with an abundance of hope.

      • I don’t know if you are familiar with the apostle Paul’s comment about past experiences, but it resonates with me because there is so much common sense to it that we often lose in moments of loss or tragedy. “Forgetting that which is behind, I press forward to the mark of the high calling of God.” Best wishes and God bless.

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