Solitude

When I am alone,  I dig deep within. 

I dig up my scars,  the flowers, dew drops. I dig up the casket full of fondness. I find left over grief,  unfinished stories. 

I keep them,  wholesome. I dig up the sins. I paint them. Make them beautiful all the more. They blossom on a rainy day. 

When I am alone, I dig deep.