As sunlight streams down my hands dive in deep

As sunlight streams down, my hands dive in deep,

earth shifting softly, it feels like a sweep.

Dirt gathers slowly, this stubborn residue,

clings to my nails like secrets I once knew.

Each scratch tells a story, the sun on my back,

as I delve deeper, it quiets the clack

of worries around me; the soil feels alive,

a grounding reminder of how I survive.

These stains speak of life, of what cannot erase,

all the dreams and the struggles I try to outpace.

And when I look down, it’s a truth that won’t fade,

a map of my journey where my hands have strayed.