One layer after another

One layer after another

One layer after another

the sadness gets all out

tear by tear, marshes are filled again

and each time a marsh comes back to life

there is a moment of lightness and joy

before getting back to the painful work

of unearthing yet another layer of sadness


Where will all that lead you, you may wonder

ever slowly, all the well of sadness hiding underneath your heart

is emptying, and once the water will all be gone to fill lakes and rivers

you will be able to love again with all your being

and you will carve your first town in the rocky walls of the well