You buried me in secrecy

underneath knee-deep dirt.

A hastily hidden secret.

My soul burned with rage,

for no person deserves the fate

that you chose for me

as if you were my God.

My body lay still among the grubs,

an eternal prison of hostility, fury, sadness.

Unable to speak a word,

To breathe a single breath,

To feel my blood pumping through my heart ever again.

I despised you for wasting my life

over nothing.

There wasn’t a trace of hesitation in your sinful actions.

Like my remains

The soil blanketing me sat still and disturbed.

We were an ugly mess unknown to the world

We were exposed, and the appearance

of inner turmoil that the soil displayed

mirrored my own evil-willed wishes toward you.

Forever, it seemed, I festered in the darkness

Transforming into someone resembling you.

You did this to me.

How could you?

Why would you?

How ever many sunrises and sunsets have glanced at

the surface of my Hell, I was oblivious. You damned me.

The angry blanket that conceals our little secret,

your hideous crime,

settled and smoothed over,

so that any chance of justice I may have been gifted

is shattered along with my infinitesimal hope.

But, in bitter irony begins a new cycle of life.

Peculiarly, I was soothed by a calm and unbothered grave.

Grass sprouted from my generosity.

However miniscule my contribution

to the living was unimportant;

The suffering of infinite resentment was intolerable.

The grass shared me with the wildflowers.

We grew together-

I nurtured my only connection to life, and

they dragged the spitefulness from my flesh and bones.

They transformed it into beauty, and it floated among the sunlight.

A tender sapling graced my resting place.

Every effort I could muster was thrown into it.

She inched closer to the clouds and

reached astounding height.

She drained me of all I had left to give,

until I was a mere shadow of a person.

My spirit climbed up her branches, and we were one.

She offered serenity in a world without mercy.

Her roots crawled through the gaping holes

where my eyes used to reside,

Twinkling when I was in the company

of people the polar opposite of you,

And spewing like a broken faucet

when you snuffed out my possibilities.

The roots creeped through my ribcage

where my innocent heart once pumped my lifeblood.

It exploded with a million wonderful feelings before,

and in my final moments it raced

with animosity and panic.

My oak tree enveloped me,

A twisted embrace,

both literally and figuratively.

Even with all of the pointless pain you caused

I forgive you.

Through years in silence and darkness

I let go of the collosal grudge

And I do not understand why you

chose to kill me and all that I could have become,

But I release that malice into the wind

through the leaves of my holder of life and death.

I rest underneath the persevering cosmos

Stuck in time

But finally free of the fury that confined me.