Buried Deep

Shovel after shovel
deep, very deep
I have to bury
all of the things inside of me
Day after day
week after week
shovel more, shovel less
Let the dirt surpress
Let the people stare
Let them think that
I don't care
Shovel after shovel
dirt flying everywhere
people asking questions
But I have no answers
They lie there deep
Buried
beneath the surface
Beneath the facade
of everything will be okay
I can't let them break me
Break my barriers
Release my secrets
covered under the blooming flowers
and ripening fruit
Let them believe my garden
is simply a garden
not my hiding place
not my escape
from the torture of daily life
it's just a hobby
something to fill the void
something that releases
frees me into just being me
the way God created me
All my flaws
All my pain
All my fears
Melting
underneath the blazing sun
No one will know
What is buried deep
What is in the roots
what the source is
it will be our little secret
Buried beneath the
midnight sun.

Comments

  1. Brianna R13December 5, 2025 at 9:04 PM

    This was so powerful. It's so relatable having to keep things buried.

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  2. Maggie MurphyDecember 6, 2025 at 5:20 PM

    I always look forward to reading your writing. A true author makes her readers want more and you do that so well! The repetition in this poem is so powerful in really hitting home how hard it can be to keep things away from the surface.

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  3. Kate GDecember 7, 2025 at 2:32 PM

    I literally have chills right now, Larissa, and it's all because of your poem! Thank you for being vulnerable and for doing the hard work of analyzing the emotional burial process. I loved the alliteration and repetition of "shovel after shovel"and "buried". My favorite lines were "dirt flying everywhere, and "midnight sun," including the line break there. Congratulations on making an impact on your readers!

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  4. themightyquinnDecember 7, 2025 at 3:21 PM

    I read your poem the first time and there was an instant connection to burying things way down, and my thoughts were how I could relate. Then I read it a second time and was taken by how you used a garden as a metaphor for your hiding place and possibly a physical place. Definitely made me think.

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  5. Alaine PanagotopulosDecember 7, 2025 at 5:22 PM

    Larissa, this is so powerful! The imagery of the shovel, digging, digging, deeper.... it truly resonates with the reader! I love how you say they will think it is "just a hobby" and "not my hiding place". It creates such intrigue. You are very talented!

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  6. TiffanyDecember 7, 2025 at 9:12 PM

    This is beautiful, Larissa. Your words pulled the emotion right out of me. Finding that thing, that hobby that is a safe and freeing space is incredibly relatable.

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