Boiling Water

You close your eyes:
A momentary peace.
Everything fits together all too perfectly
and your heart is finally cooling.
After simmering for so long,
steam finally begins to slowly
drift
away
from your sore soul.

But of course,
Why would it last?
Why would you let yourself feel such serenity?
Why not let the kettle fall,
splashing hot water
all over the tiled floor?
It falls.

The approaching stillness
scared you. Vulnerability
(or rather, a fear of it)
moved you.
You gave in momentarily
and need a moment to recover,
alone.