I cried an ocean.
Wells were filled
Buckets of my tears.
Thirsty children drank them.
I heaved and writhed 
With a pain I didn’t know could exist.
I tore at my hair 
Scratched at my skin,
Tried to rip myself in half.
I lay quiet and still
I screamed and wailed.
I found peace.
I exhausted myself and found 
Peace.
A quiet hollow
A refuge to lay my head.
Encircled by strong roots
I slept a millennia 

Rested myself whole.