I found a burlap sack.
I placed all my grief, frustrations, self-hate, more grief, tears, the odd chemical in my brain which brings me to my knees, and my weakness in that burlap bag. I tied the bag with some twine and buried it under a huge oak tree.
Good fertilizer, I thought.
That tree stood strong.
It laughed at the howling wind and torrential rain.
And still….that tree stood strong.
I had to dig up that bag to see if it made the tree so strong.
What I found was rotting grief, frustration, self-hate, more grief, an odd chemical that will bring a person to their knees, and weakness.
So, I buried it again. In a metal box, with a lock. I buried it so deep that I would never be tempted to dig it up again.
That tree stood strong in spite of the chaos in the environment and the garbage buried near its roots.
Can I do that?
I don’t know, I’m not a tree.