The Purple Journal

The Flame

My anger flames like burning fire inside a fire place,

It's threatining to break the glass so the world can see it on my face.

I try to stomp out the flame as I run up the stairs,

But it only makes it grow.

The door slams before I can even think, 

As I fail misrebly to not let it show,

The things that were said and the looks that were shared,

Were simply kindling for my flame,

But the way I reacted and just stomped away,

Really does put me to shame.

The orange and the red are burning fierce,

As the flame grows bigger still.

When all of a sudden, it sizzles out,

As your River of Peace gives me chills.

It whipes over me like a big tidal wave, 

And cleans every cinder away,

With tears on my cheeks and my head hanging low,

I get on my knees and I pray.

"Lord this I ask with all of my heart, 

That Your River of Peace live in me,

So that the burning flames won't even start,

And in their place be a chrystal, white sea"