Again and again I am pulled down.
Pulled down by creatures of pain and rocked by tears of loss.
When I give in to the pull I remember that these are just love in masks.
I let gravity pull me close to the earth,
until she swallows me
and then I can rest there amongst the roots and fungi and earth worms
in the richness from which all life rises.
I let it work on me.
I let the small dark murmuring creatures of soil take me apart until I am indistinguishable from the land
Until I lose the boundaries of my pain, of my grief Of my body, of my identity.
My tears become the rain, trickling through the soil and bringing prayers to the seeds in my heart.
Some people are mountains I tell them
but I am a cave, deep and dark
but I may just hold a diamond.
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