Anger Bubbling Hotly Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Ready to start on another adventure through mine fields of
interior turmoil, testing the waters to see how hot they are.

Feeling an anger dwelling beneath the surface, bubbling hotly
in depths, not being able to be expressed at all.

Watching as a blanket of soothing peace decides to cover it
over, making it feel negligible in it's status of natural
anger.

Tossing all aside, ripping apart at the seams, letting loose
and bursting into a scene, yelling, not holding back any
longer.

Saying what needs to be said, then just as suddenly, it is
all over, no more tirade left, all is peaceful once again.