Scream

When the heaven is too dark
to behold the reflection of its beauty,
moon and stars are called to lighten
the world, as song would, on gloomy days.

Depression is another name for mortals.
It’s just that when it calls,
we do not answer at once –
it could be my turn tomorrow.

The last time I bore grief,
I disobeyed my aunt asking me
to lower my voice, as if she loved
to see me blend with the night.

I am not saying she’s a devil.
But there are ways demons hunt you
and everyone around you wants you silent.

Do not be a hush sea in times like these.
My voice is always yours to lend:
seek for additional voices, and scream.