Friday, June 12, 2009

Anger

Anger starts as irritation, building, heating your soul all through to the bone. My heart pounds inside my chest as if it is the furious beating that will open the cavity wide for that rolling boil coming ever closer and closer to the top. Then the explosion of volcanic hate comes spewing forth burning everything in its path. The cloud of anger rises above the scorched landscape spilling its dust over the charred remains. To survive one must move swiftly to avoid the burning shards flying through the air singeing and charring anything in its path. I wasn't warned the night before of an impending eruption but found myself in its midst. The volcanic storm raged on in the early light of day. I survived and now I must clean the ash left in its wake.