Anger

I was an angry child...

I’ve held a raging inferno behind my eyes
And tried to start the world on fire
With glaring stares and claims of unfair,
I walked through the world leaving ashen footprints
And I wanted to be swallowed whole in my own anger
So I could lie down and crumble into clumps of pain,
Tearing the sun from the blue sky,
Cauterizing the wound of existence with searing white.

And then somebody curled their hands against my shoulders,
Walking me through the squeaky screen door
That had killed my cat.
They pointed my face at the distant mountains,
Into the evening breeze
And challenged me to scream.
And I did.

And the pain spilled as tears down my face
And the heat cooled inside
And the world turned to rain
And the riot inside
Softly began to subside,
Everything fading to a whisper.
And that day I became a pacifist.

But sometimes I forget
And sometimes the red
Starts to form in the center of my mind
And a deep down conflict starts to arise
The longer I neglect to take the time
To scream into the wind
And let the pain spill down my face,
Evaporating into the sunset
Before the darkness can have it
To use against me.