To Bury Sorrows

Last night,
another tide of grief
swelled up in me,
causing me to weep.

As is common,
it came on all at once.
It almost seems as though
my tears invariably rest
just below the surface
of my happiness and bliss.

Sometimes, I am aware
that I am burying my sorrows,
stifling them beneath
my faux certainty
that I am past the grief.

But the truth is
this continues
to be my comforting lie.
A lie I tell to mask the pain
so others will not see
how permanent the strain.

However,
this doesn't mean
my moments of joy aren't genuine.
Just like day fades to night,
just like summer cedes
to fall,
then winter,
my joy gave way to grief.

We know we cannot stop
the natural progression
of the days, nights, and seasons.
And I am equally unable
to evade or elude
my seasons of sadness and sorrow.