Under the olive tree

The man I love lies under the olive tree

The hero of my past is now of this world free

At the top of the hill with neighbors and strangers

Facing the sun, free from all of this world’s dangers

Today, I walked the path leading to his final abode

Under the rays of light I walked the endless lonely road

No longer the child that used to beg for his love

Nor was I the girl who used to make him stand so proud

Today, I walked with heavy feet dragging the weight of words I wanted to say

Haunted by the ghosts of my past begging me to let them stay

The closer I got to the top of the hill,

The harder it was for my heart to stay still

There he was, serene and unchanging

While each day I am from myself, estranging

Before I looked down, I gazed at the sky above my head

For once, I did not dread the fear that was lurking ahead

I took a long breath as my eyes found their hydration

And looked down at my father’s pinned location

You see, I am no stranger to words, to talking nonstop

My mind is haunted and the voices inside never shut up

But as I stand in front of he who left me alone

For once my mind was blank and my mouth was sown

As if talking was no longer initiated by speech

My mind begot a language the soul of the departed can reach

You see, words betray us when we need them most

The mind is a mystery and mine is haunted by a ghost

My words turned to tears and my heart sunk in despair

Only those who seek, shall find a pain they can bear

I was brave, I must admit

It took me years to deep dive into my heart’s pit

I became friends with the demons inside

They offered me peace and a place to hide

I walked down the hill, leaving behind the olive tree

The sun was no longer bright as I left behind a part of me

Though less heavy, the words were never delivered

Sinking back in my mind creating the ultimate blizzard

did he miss me, is he okay? I wonder

There he lays, the forgotten hero who’s Six feet under