SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: I Dig

I dig --

deep within me.

For hours, months, even years --
in search where all is still, peaceful.

He does something.
She says something.
Something happens.

And the many selves of myself dug up,

cave in and bury my resting place.

I dig. Again.

**written by petra michelle**

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: I Dig

I dig

Way deep.

Way way deep

within me.

For hours, months, even years

in search where all is still, peaceful.

He does something.

She says something.

Something happens.

And the many selves of myself dug up

cave in and bury my resting place.

I dig. Again.

**written by petra michelle**

http://whoseroleisitanyway.blogspot.com/