Job for Dirty Hands

Oh, you thought you could keep it hidden —bury it deep underground,

All the pieces of you that didn’t quite fit in this world. 
Oh, You thought…. you could bury it underground 
all the choices you didn’t make, but wanted to,

all for the ONE that kept you safe 
and cost you your soul and unlived potential 

Oh, you thought you could bury it underground 
the truth of you,
the truth you traded for a little peace
and a few happy faces

Oh, you thought you could bury it underground 
the softness of your soul, the depth of your love 
too afraid you might shatter

Oh, you thought you could bury it underground 
the taboos within yourself that you so brutally condemned
All because of right and wrong 

Oh, you thought you could bury it underground 
the endless contradictions and messiness within you
and stick to a 1-D version

 Oh, you thought you could bury it underground 
All the parts of you that were told you will never be loved. 

You thought the earth would suffocate the life out of them, 
Devour them into the depths of her core, 
And finally, they would be put to rest
RIP-  

What you bury will shake beneath the soil
till it comes un-earthed,
It cannot die-
but it will eat you alive
If you don’t allow it breathe

So...she went digging
to save your stubborn soul
and she didn’t care about getting her hands dirty for the job 
She wasn’t leaving until she excavated
each and every piece of you—

the shamed, the forgotten, the misunderstood
the abandoned, the silenced,
the lost, the neglected,
the rejected, the invisible,
the angry, the betrayed, 

the unspoken, the unworthy, the unseen
All the unrealized potential and love

- All fragmented 

And told them, "You are welcome here."

She wasn’t leaving until the job was done.
The job of reclaiming what was ALWAYS yours.
The job of liberation to ➳ wholeness