As a Capricorn
I make my pain a private thing
A kernel of corn
Only for me to scorn

Tiny cries in my heart
Boundless horror unsaid
My pain is a fruit much too tart
What a gruesome art

Afterwards. When the storm subsides
Then we can talk
I can testify vilify and rectify
I am vindicated
The matter has been debated
The process is unsofisticated
In the crevices of this cracked heart