Threatening it sits, the storm inside,

A continual noise I learn to hide,

It forms a stone beneath my skin,

A battle lost I fought within.

My heart is a vault of unshed grief,

Keeping secret my one relief,

A single tear, a trembling breath,

The mourning of a sudden death.

A scream, a sigh, a guttural call,

Then the rise that follows such a fall,

At last it comes, a moment raw and true,

A smile, it breaks and makes it through.

No act more pure than letting go,

No purge more honest, but slow so slow,

For in release I find my name,

I am returned, yet not the same.

So break the mould and don’t be shy,

Let every hidden wound reply,

From ash and ache, I have arrived,

My peace was born when my sorrow died.