Few seeds of joy,

Few sprinkles of tears,

Glistening ray of hope,

And with a hug to self, like the soil that embodies around a lonely sprout.

I lay deep in dark, not sure since how long.

It’s time to carve my way out.

It’s time to open my arms and stand tall.

For the flowers need to blossom and the bees need to dance

For the fruits can come only if the stem is strong.

Enough of hiding under the soil.

Dig deep for strong roots and climb higher to catch the rain clouds.

It’s time to unearth the real me,

It’s time to unearth self.