A Trickle of Water

When it comes to anger, I am a water tank. A huge resovoir that takes a very long time to fill up. The steady, slow trickle of water throuought the day, moving through the outlet again, keeps levels to a minimum. But some days the trickle is a flow, and the tank fills up much more quickly than normal. It reaches maximum. The pressure mounts. But the tank is strong, and it is released through the outlet. Next day, it is better. So goes most of my life, mostly without anger. But sometimes, the circumstances are just right, or wrong, depending on how you look at it. The tank fills, the outlet is blocked. But the tank is strong, until it fails. Then all hell breaks loose. The tank explodes and water gets everywhere. This tank is huge, the water is huge. This explosion almost broke a solid granite countertop. It screamed itself hoarse. It collapsed and tried to rebuild itself, a process that takes a long, guilt ridden time. But the tank and the flooded recover. And levels still stay at a minimum.