Dream a Difference

The mole,
So desperate to see the light,
Buried under, screaming,
But all the time no one can hear him,
Constantly scraping away at the soil,
The dark, brown soil,
It has no one, but it has hope,
It can see nothing for it is blinded by the desperation to be free,
It shouts, ‘Let me out, let me see the light in this darkness,’
Buried under, screaming,
It digs and digs,
Finally, the air is fresh,
The smell is new,
There is light in my darkness.

Megan

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