Bedrock

Underneath everything that moved,

something never did

underneath the sediment, the ice,

the fault, the things I hid

there's a layer that was always holding all the rest in place

I didn't find peace on the surface.

I found it further down,

in the base

Bedrock.

Bedrock.

Everything above me can shift,

can fracture, can erode.

Bedrock.

Bedrock.

I am still the thing that holds the shape of the road.

I'm not the mountain anymore,

not only the weight,

not only the strain

I'm the thing underneath that doesn't need an explanation

to remain

You can build

a world on top of grief,

if the grief holds still enough

turns out mine finally did.

Turns out that was always enough.

Bedrock.

Bedrock.

Everything above me can shift,

can fracture, can erode.

Bedrock.

Bedrock.

I am still the thing that holds the shape of the road.