Screaming from the rooftops

My mind is always swirling

with so many thoughts

a plethora of things

I want to say

to so many people

But while in the midst of them,

I get tied up in knots

With those thoughts filled to the brim

I curate the words to form a hymn.

Letting a sigh, into my easy chair I plop

Having the pleasure of

screaming it from the rooftops.

I feel understood.

I feel I’m heard.