Therapeutic Release Poem by david lessard

I was taught
to deny it,
but I know
it's there.

I was made
to suppress it,
and I tried
to obey.

Sometimes,
the only way
I can express it,
is this way -
though the written word.
A visual healing
of a sort.

Be a man they said.
Big boys don't cry.

I think I suffer more
by camouflaging it,
than i would by
declaring it vocally.

If I could just scream
and carry on
at the top of my lungs,
perhaps, I'd feel better.

What that's you say?
It's okay?

All right. Please excuse me
while I screech,
ignore me while I curse,
and pardon me as I
release loudly
and vehemently,
all the pain,
I've kept hidden,
in my life!