Words by Aurelne (she/her), 24 WA
The piece ‘Bury Me’ contains themes about mental health, anxiety and depression which may be difficult to read or triggering to some readers. Readers in need can seek support from the following services.
Inconsequential as a grain of sand,
they push and prod me into the land,
quick, before she sees the light,
quick, so sooner she’ll lose her fight.
From up above, I stop to breathe,
and start to sink my feet beneath.
Off they wander in all but jest,
so soon they do not hear my unrest.
Here, down where it’s dark and cold,
that’s only because no one knows.
and I shall set my roots into the ground.
and this strength will come unbound.
For years to come, they do not see me grow,
for I dig deeper, deeper into the unknown.
That’s because I will not be
just a pretty flower, a death decree.
When the clouds of today have come and gone,
someday, at the break of dawn,
in my place, you will see
a strong and magnificent tree.
Bury me and I will spread my wings
to shelter all that life might bring,
to sing with the wind instead of bend at its whim.