Fighting It
There’s a part of me that few have seen.
I’m grateful then,
That those who have,
Haven’t run screaming.
I grind my teeth and clench my fists.
I move slowly and breathe deeply.
I look around and all I see is red.
Every thought is clear and focused.
Every movement is controlled.
Every word is both deliberate and unintentional.
Every day, I fight this war,
And it doesn’t get any easier.
But the day I act upon my fury,
I’ll know I’ve lost my soul.
2012/11/20
