Buried

Hearing an unknown piercing sound

My eyes fluttered open to stare upon a grave.

It was a girl’s scream that came from that location,

Looking down there were two arms from under the dirt

Working furiously to remove the mound on top of the body.

I did not see the face for it was covered by mud

Yet I had the feeling that I knew her

And that I was the only one among the crowd

That knew her every pain and desire.

Every time her fingers emerged from the dirt and grim

And my hope for her rose from my heart,

Another ton of earth was dumped upon her.

The world did not wanted her to rise

Everyone around was forcing her down

Preventing her from making a mark in our lives.

She wanted to prove that she is more than what they say

That she can become more valuable than the ground,

Which weighed heavier with each passing second.

Oh, how it hurt so dearly to watch

A family force what they called a burden,

The burden they never understood,

To its cursed and miserable grave.

With an intense curiosity

I forced my gaze upon the tombstone

Which bared my name.