Poppy Webster “Scream of Life”

I could feel my scream bursting out of me; my mouth opened, expressing my thoughts and feelings. I was trapped. Trapped inside of my own mind without anywhere to go or anywhere to hide. The stream of emotions that were tumbling out of my mouth echoed all around me, wrapping around me and constricting my movement; it was controlling me, tightening as I tried to move. Struggling, I felt the rivers flowing down my cheeks, the saltiness in my mouth like I was floating in the sea, the waves around me crashing down filling my ears. Suddenly it stopped. I was lying on the cold ground, my heart beating through my chest, my lungs moving so quickly it gave the illusion I was writhing on the floor. I had a feeling of emptiness within me, the sweat on my forehead was dripping down and my brow was furrowed with worry. Was it a dream? Where am I? These questions spun around my brain not stopping like a runner running around the track. I tried to get up, but my legs and body felt weak, felt helpless.