This is My Scream

Have you ever woke up and realized you’ve lost hope? Have you ever woke up and realized there was a stone wall around your soul keeping everything good and pure out and opening only for the legions of dark thoughts that fly around looking to corrupt you? Have you ever woke up and looked at yourself in the mirror and saw a creature that your darkest nightmares would be afraid of? Have you ever woke up with black fire surrounding you, burning
into your spirit, leaving scars and black ash?

Have you ever woke up and realized you wanted to scream? Have you ever wanted to scream at those that have helped you lose hope? Have you ever wanted to scream at those individuals that have crafted those dark thoughts and helped you put up those walls? Have you ever wanted to scream a guttural cry at the creature in the mirror? Have you ever wanted to scream at the black fire that burns?

Have you ever wanted to scream knowing that if you did so, those dark thoughts, black fire, creature in the mirror, and every other dark and cruel thing in your life would suddenly seem tiny and unnecessary? Have you ever screamed and felt the the light fill your hollow soul? Have you ever screamed at the world that constantly puts obstacles in your way? Have you ever screamed at the person who broke your heart? Have you ever screamed at the wall in your way? Have you ever screamed at those who doubt you? Have you ever screamed at those who say you are worthless? Have you ever screamed at those who whisper behind you? Have you ever just screamed a release?

This. This is my scream. This is my return to life. This is me screaming that I will be a husband to my bride. This is me screaming that I will be a father to my child. This is me screaming that I will succeed. This is me waking up and not liking what I see and screaming the darkness away, watching it tremble in the light. This is me… being me.