SCREAMING A DREAM
Gut busting, hands sweating, and blood flowing, I am screaming a dream. As I look in the mirror at a human a person an individual I wonder why can’t I find it! Is it near or is it six feet under. My soul churns like hot coals burning in hundred degree fire. I’m on fire with a dream that can make me or break me. Burning inside I dare to say, to want, or need anything. That dream in me is like a baby dying to get out of its mother’s womb. My heart is saying one thing, but my mind is saying another. Should I or shouldn’t I dream big? My body and soul is screaming to dream in every inch of me. I can’t deny the screams are loud, loud like a baby cries for its mother. Wanting and needing that something for completion is what’s in me. As I close my eyes and place my hands over my ears, I scream and scream so loud that walls shatter and the blood runs through my veins so thick that it cuts like a river rushing through a canyon. It’s cutting deep, deep in my hollow soul and in my mind that keeps running like the L.A traffic. I want it I see it, I can reach it! At that moment silence takes over like the calm before a storm. There it is, it’s the dream I scream to dream.
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