A born screamer - the screams which stay inside!!!

Today’s Writing Prompt: When was the last time you screamed and why?

This blog is going to be in four parts.

Part 2

The original prompt was exactly that — When was the last time you screamed and why?

Hmm, that’s not a hard one to figure out.
I scream a lot — several times a day, in fact.

People often say I don’t have an indoor voice. Being loud is the first thing people notice about me.

But with age, some things have changed about me.

I am no longer the screamer I used to be.

So I changed the prompt to: When was the last time you wanted to scream but didn’t?

These days, my voice betrays me — not because it’s soft, but because it hesitates.
The last time I wanted to scream but didn’t was just a few weeks ago, during an argument where I chose silence instead.

I wanted to scream: Why don’t you see me? Why don’t you hear me?

But I swallowed it.

It’s funny — people think I’m always loud.

And it’s true: my voice rarely stays inside.
It’s strange, though.

For someone once known for never having an indoor voice, I’ve learned that sometimes silence can be the loudest scream of all.

Age and experience have taught me that not every moment deserves my roar.
Some moments call for restraint, not rebellion.

So I held that scream in, let it simmer, and released it later — alone, on my terms, through tears and reflection, mostly tears, a lot of them.

Holding my screams in feels foreign, though. It’s not me. I was born a screamer....

A couple of years ago, I reconnected with a friend from my teenage years — we hadn’t spoken in nearly thirty years. After the usual chit chat and catching up, he asked, “Are you still short-fused ?”

Hmm.

That's the thing he remembered me by, me being angry all the time.

I wish I could say Yes but .....

No, I’m not.

With age, I’m learning that sometimes silence is the loudest scream of all.

When was the last time you held your scream in? How has aging changed you?

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