Here it is again
The fear, the anguish
The dread
A helpless despair
It shows on the outside as
Moodiness
Strain
Tiredness
But only those very close
Notice
Emotion is locked
Deep down inside
Chained with all manner
Of foolproof devices
A laugh too loud
A sign muffled
A tear escaping
Another mask is put on
Another lock closes
And so another cycle begins
Fear of moving too far
From the phone
Entombed in a prism
With no sound

Willing the phone
To break the silence
When it does
All nerves are shattered
Like shards of cold glass
Waiting
Always there is the waiting
Days wasted
Time passing so slowly
With every tick of the clock
Then suddenly weeks have passed
Where did they go?
I sit in limbo
Cursed with the result
Of loving too deeply
Caring too much
Trapped in a non-life
Not of my own
Not of my choice
But mine just the same.

Jane (Country Victoria)