I am a gold digger. In its truest form. I’ve been digging in this same spot for what’s under it, hoping to finally score.

I am a gold digger. With a rusty bent up spade. I’ve been digging for years in the sun and the shade, under layers of pessimism, doubt, and blame.

I am a gold digger. And I won’t stop until I find my treasure, because what’s buried under there has to be better than the obvious that I can share.

I am a gold digger. So shut up and let me dig. Don’t give me that look like I’m digging for nothing because when I find it you will surely be ashamed.

I am a gold digger. That has been throwing dirt aside for many years. The one thing I’ve learned that has helped me a lot is that the dirt is softest when there are tears.

Peace.

Poetry