There are reservoirs of grief
So deep
That they threaten to drown me
Wells that cut through the core
To the other side
Burnt
Lava pain
That erupts
Cools
And leaves a permanent crust

I revisit them in silence

They are as natural
As the geysers
That spit steaming hot water

They are the bedrock
Of my earthly identity

They are my history
Left in the sediment

They cause me to pause
In pain
To wake in tears

Yet I hide the years
Of sorrow so well

But the hidden truth remains
It is in my name
A line of loss
The terrible cost
Of living is losing

And all that is birthed from the earth
Will be taken by the earth
Even my pain will go that way