I have screamed before
wanting to breathe,
a while back,
when helpless.
Seems rather cleansing
to know
we have the permission
of the human condition
to wail, to release,
to shudder in pain,
in order (two) come to terms,
in a tragedy like
reality.
I screamed
top of my lungs,
in my car,
no witness
beyond my own
personal knowledge.
Finding feeling
in love.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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