how to be angry

an original poem written over a year ago

I never learned how to be angry. I was never allowed that - never allowed the opportunity to explore those feelings that would vibrate throughout my whole body, buzzing like an angry bee ready to sting. 

My anger was always met with punishment. Forbidden. Unwelcome and unheard. Snuffed out right before the catch of a flame. Never allowed to breathe. 

So she remained hidden away. Locked up in silence, and without protest. 

But nothing remains hidden forever. And so, she did not. 

With fury burning through her, she destroyed the prison that kept her secured. At her fingertips, and with a simple flick of her tongue, fires would spontaneously combust like fireworks in a dark sky. With no warning, everything turning to ash. 

She didn't care who was hurt. She didn't care who judged her. She didn't care who feared her. No one cared while she was locked away in shame. They feared her anyway, and they judged her regardless. Now, she could give them a real reason. Even if they feared her, at least they would acknowledge her. 

She would not be put back into her prison. She would not be locked away in silence. She would make her voice heard, in any way she could. 

My anger was always met with punishment. But now, instead of forbidden, she is unpredictable. Challenging and terrifying. Sparking a flame in the blink of an eye, with the life of a great dragon. 

Author's Note

i forgot that this website and account existed, but i was reminded that it was here. it's been close to 10 years since i last posted on here. a lot has happened, and i think my writing style has changed quite a bit (mostly because the passage of time and life have matured me in a multitude of ways).

any feedback is welcome. i'm mostly just sharing here just to have another place to post any of my work. i've been really engrossed in poetry for almost 2 years now (if you'd told me that about 10 years ago i would've laughed in your face). it's been very therapeutic and cathartic.