Unearthed I have that sense of me

T’was hiding ‘neath a willow tree.

I coaxed it out, I set it free,

It was no longer serving me.

But then, my friend, I called it back,

When wars and terrors cut a track.

I wrapped myself in fantasy

And blanked out life, till I could breathe.

And one day it ‘came clear to me,

That life, unearthed, will set us free.

©️Niamh Cooper