In my cupboard I keep a scream
only under the pressure of someone's kindness
do I let it out
cracking the glass in my windows.
My scream is as unending as the wheel
spinning in the monastery
I am as trapped as the monks
in their webs of prayer
My scream makes no sound,
I don't disturb anyone
it just goes on and on in silence.
You who reveal my scream
open the dark closets of the heart
I don't know what you will do
when you hear it
Our hearts are so close
it will kill you.