Fertile (under)ground

I have been mad,

angered that you left

without ever returning.

At first guilt overridden my consciousness,

until I shifted the blame

and realised you were the one gone,

and I hated you, intensely.

Now regret fills me

as your grave lays in front of me,

my feet sinking in muddy soil.

Savage weeds surround you,

so I wonder

how could I not realise

that you have been gone all this time?

I have been mad,

waiting for someone who is dead.

Finally I can grief,

what we used to be way before,

and I can plant seeds

on the fertile ground

as to replace what’s gone

with beautiful scenery.

In these grounds I will let all my anger go,

cleanse myself,

to be able to start afresh,

breathe in new purposes

into a newer life.

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