Planted, Not Buried

You are a seed, my friend,
Planted deep in the earth, not buried,
For there’s a difference, you see,
Burial is the end, but planting is just the beginning.

They pressed you down into the soil,
Covered you with the weight of the world,
Hoping to see you fade away,
But they didn’t know you’re not meant to stay.

In the darkness, where no light seems to reach,
You feel alone, cold, and forgotten.
But remember, this is not the end,
It’s just the place where your story begins.

The rain that falls, cold and relentless,
It seems to drown you in its torrent,
But it’s only nourishing your roots,
Giving you the strength to rise.

The soil that suffocates and smothers,
Is the very ground from which you’ll grow,
For you are not buried, you are planted,
And soon, you’ll break through the surface.

You may feel crushed by the weight of the world,
But every pressure you endure,
Is shaping you, molding you,
Into something beautiful and pure.

It’s not easy, this life you live,
It’s not a garden of roses, free of thorns,
But every struggle, every tear you shed,
Is watering the seed that you are.

The sun may not shine every day,
And the storms may rage without mercy,
But after every storm, there’s a rainbow,
And after every night, there’s a dawn.

You will survive, you will thrive,
For you are not just a seed,
You are a promise, a dream, a hope,
Waiting to burst forth in bloom.

So when you feel like giving up,
When the darkness is all you see,
Remember, you are not buried,
You are planted rooted deep, rising slowly.

Your time will come, your day will break,
And all that once seemed to bury you,
Will become the ground from which you rise,
Stronger, brighter, reaching for the skies.

Hold on, dear one, hold on tight,
For this is not the end of your fight.
You are a seed, planted not buried,
And you will survive, no, you will survive.

Walking shadow poetry Kenya.