The Sweet Breakup

It didn't come as a whisper,

it came as thunder.

It exploded in my throat

like glass from within.

 

 

I held it back so much

that I learned to smile with broken teeth,

to dress my rage

in Sunday best.

 

 

But today,

let it go.

I opened the doors for it,

I released it like a fasting wolf,

like a blade laughing in flight.

 

And what a relief,

seeing the world tremble to the beat of my fury!

What a delight

to break what was never mine!

 

My hands trembled,

not with fear,

but with joy:

the cruel music of relief

is the most sincere I've ever played.

 

Now I understand volcanoes.

They are not born to be silent.

Done