the root of the root of myself

my true self has been in hibernation. buried in all that is to be done and all that is expected.
i have always had the key, it is held in these bound hands.
im reaching up. crawling out just in time for winter.
the clouds in my eyes are clearing.
i am digging myself out again.
this time, i promise to do things in my own time, not the world's.

im so thankful. despite that fact that i am so difficult and frustrating.