Graveyard of Yesterdays

Graveyard of Yesterdays

I can never again be who I was,

crawling back to yesterday

yesterday is dead.

I die

and

I die

excavating 

for

The

Medicine

To soothe my tortured Soul

but all I find are

old broken brittle bones

A graveyard of lost loves and shattered promises

A graveyard of regret and longing

A longing for a ghost

A ghost

A ghost

he is empty

gone

long gone

a sheet billowing in the raging wind

of my tortured Heart

I desperately lift the sheet

but it's nothingness

broken

 brittle bones

And I collapse in despair

Here in my own graveyard

Where I bury my own broken carcass

Pulling the Earth tightly over my eyes

and I lay down for my Death

but I smell Earth and mycelium

I'm not dead

I'm Being Resurrected once again

I open my eyes

Light beginning to peep in

through the crumbling

Earth 

of the grave I dug myself.

By Shana Ariela
Holy Lament member

3/27/24