Irony

This earth
my confessor

its solace between 
my fingers 
our story unburied for
the rain to find
 
when did I not listen
when did I believe without
suspicion
 
because the moon is

no advisor 
and the damp earth a 

reminder
that renewal is an act of
aggression

forced upon the soil
 
if I close my eyes and whisper
my truth to the spirits
will I be forgiven 
for not understanding this
season
for wanting an end instead of
a beginning
for the terrible fear that
rebirth is a 

lie