The tears.

I am my own comfort.

There is solace in the silence.

In the dark.

It is there that I lay

The ache bare.

Defenseless.

Solitaire.

My agony.

And when the bottomless torment

(Which has no name)

subsides,

I will wrap it up tight

And tuck it away.

Not to come out again until

It is too heavy and thorny

To carry in the quiet.