You Can scream if you want to...

That feeling
welling up from the innermost part of my core
threatening to cause tears
which begin to form in my eyes

driving fast down the highway
music turned up to one song on repeat
windows down beckoning the chill air to whip at my hair
heat on full blast...

the mixture of the cold and heat -two extremes
blowing at me with force
Pressure...
I need the pressure
I need the speed
to quench the pain inside of me

and when it all builds up to a climax
I can allow myself to scream

no one hears
and if they do
no one cares

in an apartment one must be quiet
living in the city -there is no safe place to let out my rage
but here in the safety of the road
with the comfort of my speed
my music
motion
the pain
flows from my body as I drive it out with my extremes

momentarily subdued
quenched
smothered
gone. until the next time I let it slip...