A Scraping of Shovels

It is a sanctuary of hushed stillness here muted sounds of nature prevail a rustle of leaves, a scurrying of rodents flutterings of birds flying and chirping. Peaceful it may seem, and yet... I have dwelt here uneasily, year after year hard pressed to escape my confinement tormented by nightmares tragedy without resolution. A new day dawns, much like any other I become aware of strange, new sounds sounds I’ve not heard for a long while a scraping of shovels, scraping, digging digging and scraping up dirt full of hope. I tremble in anticipation for this moment this moment I have dreamt about in my eternal sleep..could this truly be the day of my release? Oh Lord, I can see the sunlight now for at long last, I‘ve been found justice has finally prevailed today...I’ve been set free! Written on 3/6/2019