Blesse’d Are The Lions
Blesse’d are the lions for they can roar.
Sometimes everything inside rages like a restless sea of chaos, and all you want to do is scream. Scream at the top of your lungs, and hope that somehow, by releasing the chaos within, out into the world in a form of a loud scream, you will calm the turmoil inside and magically organize your feelings, choices, desires, emotions, beliefs, values, rights, and wrongs into perfect manila folders of the soul, preferably in an alphabetical order.
In the form of a loud scream, because there aren’t words passionate enough to explain the chaos within, or words expressive enough to describe the raging sea of turmoil, so a scream seems to be the only expression that is somehow sufficient.
Perhaps a roar would be better, but alas, I’m not a lion.