My belly churns relentless.
I thought some sleep would heal.   
The lump within my swollen throat.
larger still I feel.

The anxious wait for solace.
in all its' long appeal,
cries each aching thumpy beat.
Consuming all I feel.

My finger finds an itchy cheek.
What is this that I feel?
Tracing lines of height and form
I'm stunned by this reveal.

The endless tears my soul has shed.
In all their heated pain,
left behind the salty trace
of all my morning's sorrowed dread.

I stand naked unafraid
of the torrent rising deep within.
Yet caution finds me holding back.
To feel so much I just might break.