Ashes

Anger.

Sometimes it's red hot,

searing,

passionate, fiery,

loud, demanding to be heard,

like tongues of fire licking against your back.

But sometimes it's cold, black,

hard like steel,

unbreakable, immovable,

silent, anger that cannot be seen with the naked eye.

But anger dies down.

Flames roaring up, will cool down fast,

the dent in the metal will break,

and you will be happy,

free, joyful,

from the grip of the anger that controls you.

But contentment doesn't last forever

Anger is not a choice

When you least expect it,

the horrid beast of anger

will climb up from its pit

And roar up again

And like a phoenix rising from the ashes,

Anger is back again.