Anger is like lava.
It pulses and swirls beneath the surface.
It yearns to break open the earth.
The pressure builds.
It seeks release.
Yet when it breaks free
and spreads it scalding tendrils
above surface
it kills everything it touches.
Then it hardens into stubborn black rock,
immovable, intractable
in denial
of what it has done.
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Poetry for the Soul
PoetryPoetry for positivity, happiness, and growth. Words for those who know what it's like to take risks, create art, stand out from the crowd, have moments of self-doubt, and moments of triumph.
