When I feel greatest anger

Upon an injustice rendered to me,

I remember the stories:

Of heroes and mighty villains,

The great stomping and rocking of arenas

With applause –

Dragging me down into the abyss

Of brooding anger.

It stirs within my heart –

Consuming completely –

As I see another take all the glory

That is promised me.

Venom threatens to spill out –

A snake hissing and spewing

I see myself shouting,

Fangs bared, muscles straining.

Papers buffeted around the room by gusts

Like a cyclone of my seismic fury

The wind thickens –

I go red.

But then my chest calms

With fervent desire gone

I take my rightful place

And pick up my pen.