What I Did Last Night Poem by chanda panda

Last night I screamed and screamed
I put all of these screams in a box
This I did
I took this box
Box of screams
Screams of many
Screams of pain, hurt, agony, confusion
Built up feelings
These screams were real and true
Jam-packed with emotions and feelings
Those pent up kind
Dealing with life’s obstacles is where my time’s been spent
Trying to make sure that what didn’t kill me made me stronger
Never have had the chance before now
Suppressed screams of the years
Delayed screams
Screams that can’t be suppressed forever
No way
They are internally getting louder and louder
I feel as though I am about to implode
Screeching, vicious, at times
Full of anger and hurt
So many ways to suppress these screams
I’ve learned them all

So, this box, what did I do it?
Last night I took this box
Box of screams, of all varieties
I went out, out to the woods
No one around, no one in hearing distance
It was a nice night, lots of stars, no clouds
Cool night
Well, I sat the box down in the middle of the forest
There I was in this clearing
The moon was shining ever so bright
And by its light
I ever so slowly opened this box
I let all the screams out
Years and years of built up screams
How loud they were
I’m surprised no one came running
Surely someone woke up and heard these screams
But as usual no one came
I walked home
Empty box in hand
Relieved, for the first time, in a long, long time
Thinking of starting anew this time, not letting the screams build up
Taking care of them, one at a time now