I Buried It and Kept Walking

I buried a friend under old oak trees, No long speech, just “rest in peace.” Hands in dirt, eyes held dry, Didn’t trust myself to look at the sky.

I folded the hurt like a pocket knife, Put it deep so it wouldn’t cut my life. Some things stay if you let ’em talk, So I buried it — and kept walking.

If I stop too long, it pulls me down, So I keep my boots on moving ground.

I buried it and kept walking, Didn’t look back, didn’t stall. Some pain don’t need talking, You just carry it — that’s all.

I’ve lost more than I ever say, Learned which ghosts to lock away. You don’t heal, you just adapt, Like old bones that never snap.

They ask how I’m “holding up,” I nod once — that’s enough. Truth is heavy when it’s raw, So I keep it buried where it falls.

If I dig it up, I won’t stand, Some weight belongs to the land.

I buried it and kept walking, Same road, different scars. Life don’t stop for the broken, It just keeps pulling you hard.

I buried it and kept walking, ’Cause if I stopped, I’d fall apart. Some things you don’t survive by feeling — You survive by moving on.

If I dug up everything I lost, I’d never leave that ground. Graves multiply when you stand still, The road’s the only thing I trust now.

I don’t claim strength, I just endure, That’s the only cure I know for sure. A man ain’t fearless — he’s just taught Which battles don’t deserve his thoughts.

I buried it and kept walking, Through the dark, through the dust. Some men drown in what they’re holding, Some of us move — or rust.

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