A Fire in my Chest

I have the urge to strip my clothes off,
and leave them in a pile by the door.
Feet padding, I want to slip outdoors
and raise my hands up to the stars,
feel the cold rain upon my skin,
feel the goosebumps rise again.

I have the urge to close my eyes and cry,
let the warm tears run down my face
and mingle joyfully with the raindrops.
Mournful sky and I, we cry together
Until I turn around and peer inside
and see my family turn and hide.