Sometimes my anger scares me.
It sits like an unwanted joke
And reminds me everyday of what I can do
What I did
How I risked hurting myself over others
And still have the scars from that time
I love living life like a fire but sometimes I worry that the fire will consume me
That I am not enough to hold it at bay
That I am not enough
However, what I fear more than anything is my fire turning into ash
And being choked by that instead
I apologize for my impromptu hiatus; much has jumbled with my creativity. This poem was written awhile ago, yet I still recall the first line quite often. Emotions should never reign supreme, but sometimes they become too much to handle. That is when we turn to creative outlets, and I hope this poem did that for me. Turned my fire into a candle into a flicker.