Scattered Aurora

All day long you keep the hurt locked in...
But when you step inside the darkened room and slip into your empty bed, the pain bursts through its confines...
Your pretence falls away like a silky cloak, slipping from your soul and leaves you naked and vulnerable like a wounded animal caught in a trap...
Still you fight the hurt, and try to push the pain away...
But your willpower exhausts you and you finally succumb to the aches of your heart and soul...
The soul opens its stores of anguish...
You try to feel the pain only and not to cry...
Open your eyes wide to keep the tears from gathering...
Then blink them a thousand times to keep the tears at bay...
But you lose that battle as well...
And you close your eyes...
Shut them tight and squeeze out a tiny drop...
The tear meanders on your cheek running softly down your face...
You open your eyes again and the moisture shimmers in those crystal orbs...
Soon a small rivulet follows the first rebel and floods your cheek...
You helplessly look on as the tears fall like tiny little raindrops, onto your hands and your body...
Let them fall for they are reminders of your sufferance...
A whimper escapes the constrains of the throat...
And then the sobs rack the body...
Too soon it all stops...
The anguish subsides...
The tears dry up...
The sobs turn to hiccups...
And the soul returns to its search again...