The weight on my shoulders,

Pushing me down,

Down into the darkness,

Further and further,

Into the cold ground.

The darkness has consumed me,

The weight now burying me,

I’m suffocating in the dirt.

I shout, but no one can hear,

Do I try to shout again or give in to my hurt?

I hear the weather reflect my emotions,

Pouring down on the ground that lays on me,

The storm loud,

I felt proud,

I had fought for so long,

In a house I never belonged.

Now here is the end and I am free.

I close my eyes ready to let go,

When the sun broke triumphantly,

And dried up the grave.

One little seed, emerging as a seedling.

Because where there is light,

The flowers will find it.

You were never buried my dear,

You were simply planted.