The scream

Sometimes I feel like screaming.  And when I do I feel the energy rising in my body.  My blood swirls.  My heart pounds.  My temperature rises.  I take a deep breath, and as I exhale, I scrunch up my face, lift my shoulders, expand my rib cage and scream until I have nothing left to let go of.  

And sometimes I have to do it again! 
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And when there is nothing left, I feel the sweet tears of my despair gently trickle down my cheeks.  I taste the salt of my tears.  My breathing is gentle.  My body releases.  The scream becomes the softness of remembering.