Buried Deep

her feet buried
in a deep, deep soil of grief
and self-doubt.

a larva cocooned so long,
afraid to break free,
to break out.

until the wind of change
made her shell dance,
wiggle, wriggle,
jiggle, wobble,
shake, bounce.

life’s gonna hurt
but it’s meant to be felt.
come out now,
free yourself,
be brave.

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P.S. Another piece inspired by India Arie. This time it’s her song Break the Shell.

Child its time to break the shell
Life’s gonna hurt but its meant to be felt
You cannot touch the sky from inside yourself
You cannot fly until you break the shell

05.10.2017
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In response to Soil poetics by Björn Rudberg (brudberg).

May is here and at least in Sweden it’s when we finally have spring. This is when all the strength of soil and seed spring forth. Every day is just another shade of green.

Today I want you to write poetry about soil. To me soil is both the source of life, and destiny for death. Soil is where we come from and soil you’ll be.

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