The best parts of us…

are unseen

So, excavate yourself

without falling in

There’s a soldier

a sailor

or a salesman

waiting to be found

depending on the tools you use

So, dig carefully

to expose

who you want to be

Be mindful of what others will see

Your soil gets mixed with theirs

and they’ll cover you up

or lay you bare

Shifting sands

might get planted

with seeds

Or is it better

to lie in the sun

until your dried bones

no longer bleed

Trees will grow

if your soil is black

dropping their fruit

on rotten earth

until their roots

find your heart

nurturing

those

uncovered.