I wrote this poem many years ago after a friend confided in me that she often felt as if there was as scream living inside her. Something triggered my memory of that conversation and so I resurrected the poem.
I don't abide in the usual places
dark abysses and lonely places
are my home
I live in tortured minds and aching souls
their suffering is my abode
I stretch and strain along muscles tight
tense and taut
pulsate my venom into cavities
fraught with fear and pain
Powerfully I spread disease
through sinew and vein
my mission to constrain
manipulate and control
the torment of the anguished soul
In silence I dwell in an iron cage
supressed by anger, entrapped by rage
I have no voice, I make no sound
you cannot see me
I won't be found
I don't think of freedom
to escape is not my dream
BUT if you dare to look
and if you dare to touch
you may just release
I wonder what your thoughts are on the SCREAM? Here are some questions to ponder.
Is it something you have experienced?
What do you think the SCREAM is and how do we release it?
Do we need to release it?
If we released it what would be left in its place?
The poem suggest that we daren't look at the SCREAM never mind touch it. Why is this?
Is the SCREAM trying to tell us something? And if so what?
Lets explore the SCREAM together. Please leave any comments in the boxes below.
The opinions I express here are my own. However I offer them with the word 'syat' next to them. 'Syat' is a word used by the Jain Tribe in India which means 'To the best of my knowledge SO FAR.' In the spirit of openness I invite comments from anyone whether you agree with my point of view or not. In this way we can all learn and grow together. Thank you.