Thank goodness for rain,
It disguises the tears that crawl down my face,
The redness in my eyes,
Made from the bitter cold,
The truth about my sadness,
Hides beneath the storm cloud of gold,
I am a cunning chameleon,
Showing no signs of exposure,
Safe in my bubble of drizzle.

She kissed my hand,
And lay her lips against mine,
My spine shivered,
And her eyes sang divine,
She drove me to happiness,
A floating feeling of glee,
A devastating passion,
A newfound joy from within the heart of me.

Printers’ ink upon a page,
A story written to bring me down,
A whisper round the gallery of noise,
Of the devastation,
The ruin of girls and boys.

Against the press I write,
To stand like a tyrant,
With a cooler mind and heart,
A calm descends and apologisers appear,
I smile with satisfaction.

I’m on display,
Visitors stare blankly at me,
Blown away by the size of my enclosure,
Stretching world wide,
The enclosure is felt inside.

Surrounded by reasons I should stay,
I try to follow you,
I still burn for you,
Would turn for you,
Would break, bend and banish for you,
But steel bars hold me captive,
And no matter how much I cry,
How many times I crack and snap,
The rods of bitter steel stand up,
Proud against my raging.

“This prison”, said the stars,
“Is a cloak of darkness against which we sparkle,
We are the spectacle,
The show of night,
Our ringmaster is the moon,
We are eclipsed by his power.”

My heart is my prison,
I follow its course,
I let it lead,
I let it bring me to a ******,
I let it teach me how to bleed,
My heart is my prison,
My prison holds me still.