Being one with nature
Caught out in the rain
Lightning, cold and thunder
I try escape my pain
Angry skies begin to roar
Directed all at me
I stand my ground, refuse
To yield my liberty
Tag anger
Boiling Point
The feelings simmer as
Words begin to bubble
Mixing as they begin
To boil, the tension rises
Heat gets hotter
Rushing quicker, faster
Pressure building –
Boiling point
Forgiveness
I was so mad
At you
I could not speak
Or type
Or write
So I fell asleep
When I awoke
My heart felt soft
And I was not mad
At you
Anymore
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