Unearthed

Who am I that you would care for? 

Who am I that you would seek for?

Am I worth it?

Maybe, perhaps not.

/

I was buried 

Underneath my evils 

Drowning in the tide

Dragged out beyond the coast

Land seemed like a dream

For days on end 

Air was a foreign object

/

I saw a hand reach down for me

It went under me and and pulled me out

Sand and silt fell off of me

Light began to encompass me

Radiance that I had forgotten as if I had never seen it before

The tons of water that had been crushing me

Fell to the side as I was brought forth 

/

The ocean 

The water

The sand 

The dark

My own prison

/

Why rescue me?

Why am I worth it?

You will not tell.

I care not for the answer any more.