Three times the scream.  The deep, dark, shatter the world scream.  From deep in my bones.  Releasing pain, fury, and more pain.  Three times, stunned by the depths from which the scream came.

Desperate, reaching.  Hoping that somehow, some way, the scream could alter the world around me.  Desperate for the scream to reach a place that I could not.

The first, a mother’s scream.  The deepest kind.  Bare hospital walls, white double doors.  Hearing the words, looking into the eyes of a man now a stranger.  Knowing that he was already gone.

The second, a wife’s scream.  Books and beds, a wooden ship, a little room in a foreign land.  Desperate to reach the eyes not seeing me.

The third, a stranger’s scream.  Releasing slowly.  The smell of paint, the sound of a car door, and wet grass on a bright day.  Looking into the eyes of a man now a stranger.  Knowing that he was already gone.

Grief.

Letting go of control.  Knowing that I can’t steer.

Riding quietly, the scream far off in the distance.  Finding peace through the tears.  Finding the light, searching for hope. 

Wondering where this new world will take me.