Quakes
In pain
my wounded soul cries out for you.
Seeing you brings tremors to my limbs.
I feel the north wind
cutting and stabbing me.
Ice water
courses through my veins.
My mind shivers.
My body is an earthquake
of emotion
.
I'm shaking now.
How long do the quakes last?
Will I break apart
into so many pieces?
I feel the avalanche of rain
rushing up in my eyes.
But it is the wrong time
.
I can not cry now.
Crying in crowds is too demanding.
It takes your total concentration.
I want to run away from you and yet,
I want to run straight to you.
Instead,
I sit and tremble,
Crying where no one can see,
but only on the inside.