Poem | The Casket is a Door

And silence fills 

the deep. 

I cannot see 

the sky

Or smiles passing

by. 

I ache to simply 

Move, 

And come nearer

To you. 

But in this cage 

I stay,

Tired of the 

Same. 

I remember 

Trees

The rustling of the 

Leaves. 

I remember

Water--

When I was 

Summer’s daughter. 

Now I hear your 

Voice,

Saying there is

A choice:

To stay within 

my earth, 

Or rise up from 

The dirt. 

I didn’t 

understand

When you removed 

Your hand,

That you had 

buried me

Because I am

A seed.