The Flame of Anger

The Flame of Anger

A fire, flickering in the heart's deep core,
Awakens in silence, but it yearns for more.
It starts as a spark, so faint and small,
Yet with time, it rises, consuming all.

Anger whispers, soft at first,
A voice of pain, a scream unrehearsed.
It coils and curls like smoke through the air,
Feeding on slights, on wounds laid bare.

It lies dormant, waiting still,
For the moment to unleash its will.
A word, a glance, a wound reopened,
And the floodgates break, emotions unspoken.

The heart beats faster, the pulse takes flight,
Reason falters, lost in the night.
Rage unfurls its wings of flame,
Casting blame, but who's to blame?

A tempest swirling in the mind,
Turning gentle souls unkind.
It burns bridges, it scars the skin,
Leaves destruction where it’s been.

Oh, anger, wild and fierce as the storm,
Taking shape in every form.
It blinds the eyes, it dulls the ear,
It speaks with venom, born of fear.

Its tongue is sharp, its words like knives,
Cutting through the peace of lives.
A moment’s burst, a lifetime’s scar,
Anger leaves its mark, never far.

It twists the truth, it warps the sight,
Making day seem like endless night.
What was pure is now defiled,
By anger’s touch, once meek, now wild.

And yet, within that fiery blaze,
A truth hides in the smoky haze.
For anger, though it burns so bright,
Is born of pain, out of sight.

A cry for justice, a call for care,
Anger rises when life seems unfair.
It’s the voice of hurt, of hearts betrayed,
The echo of promises delayed.

But like a fire, it needs to breathe,
To cool its flames, to gently seethe.
For uncontrolled, it devours all,
Building walls, making kingdoms fall.

Oh, how it rages, how it cries,
How it seeks to fill the skies,
With thunderclaps and lightning’s flash,
Leaving only dust and ash.

But even in its fiercest form,
There lies a chance to calm the storm.
For anger, though a force so strong,
Can teach us right, can right a wrong.

It holds a mirror to the soul,
Reflecting wounds that need control.
It shows the cracks, the hidden tears,
The silent grief, the unvoiced fears.

To know our anger is to see,
The depths of our humanity.
It speaks of love, of hope misplaced,
Of trust that's gone, of time erased.

But once its fire has had its run,
And all its battles have been won,
We stand amidst the smoking ground,
And peace, at last, may yet be found.

For anger's flames, though fierce they are,
Can never truly go too far,
If we but learn to see its face,
And meet it with a tender grace.

To breathe through anger, not let it reign,
Is to ease the heart and soothe the brain.
To pause before the words are said,
To calm the raging storm ahead.

Anger may rise, but it must fall,
And leave behind no bitter call.
For though it stirs, it too must sleep,
Its roots cut shallow, not too deep.

In every heart, in every mind,
Anger’s flames we often find.
But let it not consume the soul,
Let love, not wrath, take full control.

For in the end, when fires cool,
Anger is but a fleeting tool.
A force to guide, a light to show,
Where healing needs to start to grow.

So let us learn to hold it dear,
But not too close, nor far, nor near.
To feel its flame, to know its heat,
But not let anger rule our feet.

For when we stand in anger’s glow,
We must decide which way to go.
To fan the flames and feed the fire,
Or let it die, our hearts inspire.

Anger is human, this we know,
But where it leads, we choose to go.
Let peace and wisdom chart the way,
And guide us through the night and day.

For though anger speaks in tones so loud,
It cannot hide beneath its shroud.
It is but pain in warrior’s dress,
Crying out for soft caress.

Let anger speak, but do not let,
Its fury cause your heart regret.
Listen well, but temper fast,
For anger's storm will never last.

And when it passes, as it must,
Let go of hurt, let go of trust,
That anger's fire will cleanse the soul,
And leave behind a heart that's whole.

In every life, in every breath,
Anger walks beside with death.
But life is more, and love is strong,
Let anger fade; we must move on.

For peace, not anger, is the key,
To living life more fully, free.
Let go of wrath, embrace the calm,
And heal your heart with gentle balm.

The fire fades, the embers glow,
And in its warmth, we come to know,
That anger’s voice, though harsh and loud,
Can fade away, as does the cloud.

And in its place, a clearer sky,
Where love can soar, where hope can fly.
For anger, though it once did sting,
Is but a bird with
broken wing.

Let anger go, let peace abide,
And find the joy that burns inside.
For though its fire was once so bright,
It fades in love’s eternal light.