Wary and Anger

It doesn’t happen

I am not impulsive
The thought must be thought of a lot
Thrown around and moved
And sorted
Shaken up
My thoughts clear
The how’s and why’s gone over
Sometimes thinking so much
That
It just never happens at all


Anger

It comes in waves
Dark and red
The anger flowing out
Hitting the tidal wall of my mind
The lapping at the shore is the only thing you see
The anger is hidden, tucked away
For I am frightened of my own anger
The part of me you do not see
As it scares me to think of what I might do or say
You will not hear the raised voice
You will not see anything smashed
You just will not see me at all