Anger

In the depths of my soul, a tempest does brew,

A fire ignited, fierce and untrue.

Raging like thunder, an ocean of spurn,

Anger’s sharp claws leave my spirit to burn.

It swells like the tide, crashing waves on the shore,

Each heartbeat a drum, demanding for more.

Injustice and pain, they gather like storms,

A whirlwind of feelings, breaking the norms.

Yet in the chaos, a flicker of light,

A chance to reflect, to turn darkness to bright.

For anger, though powerful, can shape and can guide,

A catalyst for change, if I don’t run and hide.

So I’ll honor this fire, but not let it consume,

Harnessing energy, allowing it room.

With each breath I take, I’ll channel this rage,

Transforming the fury into wisdom’s stage.

In the heart of my struggle, I find strength anew,

From anger's raw edges, a clearer view.

For within every storm, there lies the potential,

To rise from the ashes, fierce yet gentle.