I didn't know I held so much in, I didn't know I had so much on the inside

below the surface
oil, gas, water
sit in caverns
the weight of the world on top
each footstep
pressing deeper, harder
occasionally we prick the surface
like pimples
and fountains flow
spew forth
I am there now
not sure how to cap the well

I am best when I feel pain
disease is simply dis-ease
yes, this is not easy
but I like the work
Feels like I am tending to a garden
plowing the field
making things grow
except the seeds are mysteries
as will be the harvest