Screaming Renewal

 

I woke up this morning gasping, physically out of breath, from screaming at you in my dream. As much as I think dreams reveal that which hides in the shadows - the truths which can’t be sunkissed by the day - I can’t allow myself to believe this is sincerity. The times I have stared in the mirror and forced your face to look back at mine would be worthless if I turned my own head towards despising instead. I am too intertwined in the facets of your mind and desire to understand the jaggedness of your actions to throw it all away by the faintness of a yelling voice. A crowd that shouts of your wrongdoings and sings in the repetition of your crimes does nothing but waste their time and terminates yours. Let us not forget that a new hour can bring clarity, hope, pardoning, sympathy, and everything else that is good in its passing. And who will be the willing mouthpiece for your revival if my pillow is not my soapbox and my blanket not my shield? Nightmares may not be who we fear we already are, but rather the manifesting of who we are fearful of becoming. In the night, I may have been screaming out of false anger, but in reality, I will lose my voice only for the existence and possibility of renewal itself.

 

Rhys Morrow