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.