Red boiling molten liquid
Searing the soft inner walls of one’s being
Billowing and raging
Like a storm in a teacup
Sooner than later
It will spew out
In ways that are most uncontrollable
Demeaning to one’s dignified self
When it boils over, no longer held in.
The beginnings of anger can be mistaken
Slight discomfort easily forgotten
Piled upon by many more of the same
Until the slow simmering reaches boiling point
No one can stop it’s race towards release
It goes faster and faster till one explodes
Or worse, one implode within
Destroying the very fabric of the soul
Take hold of it before it does you
Direct its path to a place of release
Express yourself while you still can
In a way that leaves you intact
Let anger out, let it escape
The four walls of your precious soul
If not you only do yourself much harm
Because it will eat away the good in you
Don’t hold it in, express yourself
Be in control and not controlled
By this king of emotions
Known to have brought down Kings
Don’t let yourself be victimised
By dangerous clamorous Anger
Significance Speaks 