Sometimes I feel the urge

to scream as long and loud as I can,

rail against the wind,

howling my anger against man.

It bubbles out, as hot as pitch,

and as dark as night,

the twisting and growling 

as it leaves with a fight.

When things become too much,

and I need a break from it all,

all those negative thoughts

break free, and out they fall.

I take so many deep breaths 

my lungs overexpand,

somehow it doesn’t help

to deal with this hand.

But when I’m alone,

and have a chance to think,

It all wells up and spills over,

as I come up to the brink.

Once the drama is over,

peace returns with a shy smile.

I feel somehow much better,

at least, for awhile.

While I’ve never been enamoured

Of much fuss or complaining,

Some days even the most stoic

Can find daily life draining.

So each time I struggle

I tell myself it’s okay

to not always be happy,

tomorrow’s a new day.