death, divorce and every other d the devil hurls at you and me...

Seeds sown in us,                                                            
Seeds buried in us,
Leave a scar that
        we try to cover
        we say it isn’t true, we’re fine
              and we try to drown the hurt and mask the damage.      

But I believe that within every difficulty and disability, within
every disadvantage, deformity and drudgery, yes even within every
death, divorce and every other d the devil hurls at you and me...
         are  buried treasures..seeds...buried....God-given gifts...buried
                                                             waiting to be revealed...in us.

Treasure dear, is always buried! Didn’t you know?
              (What do they teach you in school nowadays?)
The burial is painful, and often more so too - the digging out.
                   Just know this: seeds can’t grow in air. They have to be ploughed                                                                                                                                   into you.
                                                                                                                          Painfully.
Buried treasure: just know this: usually lies within wrinkled, ratty tinsel paper                                                                                                                              and people
        which we dislike, and throw, and disregard, and so
                                                                                never get to see the buried treasure.
What a waste.

 (Worthless wasting
 an exclamation here).