In Praise of Yelling
Sometimes
it's good to give
yourself up in an heartfelt yell -
to find a place out of earshot
of others, a beach will do,
or better, a shoreline with rocks
and crashing waves,
or out bush where there is
nothing but wide open spaces -
and then take a deep breath
to fuel your loudest yell.
At first it will feel strange
to hear your own voice
rise unrestrained in air,
savage, primal, a sound coming
from the deepest pit
of your ancestral soul.
Keep yelling until you feel
the need subside
and a calm comes upon you.
You will leave satisfied,
still without answers and weighted
with all the problems
that you carried before.
There will be no sudden
enlightenment or beatific vision,
just a soulful peace purged
of all anger, only yourself,
stripped of pretense
and once more a reconciled
and humble child of earth.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2024
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