To be detached from the land where my roots took origin.
To disconnect with the rest of the world.
To rekindle a flaming love;
that was once burning now turning into an ember.
To plead and kneel at the river;
talking to the water;
losing sanity at plain sight.

Remembering moments where dreams were once crushed and burnt.
Turned into ashes and scattered on the ground;
the mud where I was born and grown.
Like a tree once fruitful;
now dry, bare, and lifeless.

But one day six feet under from where I am;
will come a morning anew.
Like leaves and grass dripping with shining morning dew;
I will rise up.

Like a farmer with a green thumb;
Your hand, oh God, will reach for me.
Like a seed I will grow once again.
Detached not from You and Your safety.
But from the doubts and worries that once killed me.
Once again;
I will find You, my God;
My Saviour, my refuge.