I need to scream. I am emotionally spent and I have no outlet. I need to be comforted and hugged, but the one I thought would be there for me when I need her touch took that away from me a long time ago.. and she is the source of my frustration.
Where do you go when you need to scream? What do you do?
I want to know.
Do you moan to God like David, at times feeling like God has rejected you? I can relate. I pray for relief, for change, and it seems like I am praying for naught. My prayers feel empty. I have yet to dance naked before God and everyone, like David did in his celebration.
Maybe that’s the answer?
Do you spill your anger out on the people around you, the poison seeping from your pores, dripping from your tongue? My mood threatens to turn black when the screams are trapped inside me, so much that I wish I could run from myself. Instead, I run to a mirror, witness the distressed man that stares back at me, darkness lurking in his eyes, tears pooling. Often enough, I am able to leave him there.
A bicycle provides escape for a time, each frustration shaved away as the pedals turn beneath me. There was a time when the bicycle was the only outlet that I needed. There are times when that is still the case, but more and more the screams stay with me.
I am not a violent man. I can be an angry man, a man I have learned to fight simply because I know that I don’t handle the angry man very well. Never am I tempted to strike out in an attempt to release the screams. I am afraid of what might happen if I did. I want to be angry with my words, but I don’t like to do that, so I hide my words away more often than not. So I need to scream. I want to scream.
I want to scream so loud that it all goes away. The pain. The want. The sacrifice. The woman who complains and takes, who gives so little back.
In a moment, I will retreat to an empty bed. I will wake up to a still empty bed.
And I will live my day craving the opportunity to scream.
Some day it will happen.