I just want to scream.
I want to scream until my voice is lost.
I want the world to hear the pain I harbor.
I need to let go of every single feeling that suffocates me...
along with every emotion I'm holding back.
Because this heart can't take much more.
This body is beginning to fail me.
I'm not strong enough for this.
I'm not strong enough at all.

I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.

I remembered a darkened doorway
Where we stood while the storm swept by,
Thunder gripping the earth
And lightning scrawled on the sky.

The passing motor busses swayed,
For the street was a river of rain,
Lashed into little golden waves
In the lamp light's stain.

With the wild spring rain and thunder
My heart was wild and gay;
Your eyes said more to me that night
Than your lips would ever say. . . .

I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.
☔⚡

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933). 3/22/2016.

Hide yourself away for the time
Nobody knowing who you are
That is the beauty of the night
The mystery that brings you in
And does not let go for one bit
Holds you close and makes you wonder
Pulls you into the rhythmic trance
Drawing you to this binding dance