The Scream

I screamed.

A thunderous roar

from the depths of a heart

adorned with cracks and scars

rebuilt and regrown more times

than I care to remember

I screamed for those who had died

for the homes I had lost

for the lies and betrayals

for all the souls who ran away

too afraid to dare

to dream

I screamed

in the face of darkness

I screamed

in the face of doubt

I screamed

in the face of evil

For the endless trials and tribulations

The grief that shatters us into a million pieces time and time again

rising and falling like a Phoenix

in the humble acceptance

that grief is but a gift

to have loved so deeply

I screamed

at every soul who feared the depth of my scars

for every thought that told me I was too broken

for every person who called me the problem

for every doubt that said I couldn't do it

that I didn't deserve to be happy

I screamed.

And screamed.

In a diamond strong rage

Forged by mountains of force

And bleeding earth

I screamed,

"ENOUGH."

To my darkness: You do not own me

To evil: You will not rob me

To my God: You shall reign

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