My tryst with anger and its by-product. This is from my poetry blog.
Again I seem to burn in hell,
Retreating to my inner shell,
Scared that these flames may spread,
A monster hiding, filled with dread,
Hoping that the rage will ebb,
Or you will reach me through this web.
About the post: I wrote this post reflecting over my angry state 😛 Anger can be a muse, no? It has been for me, quite often. And I’m not angry any more. Huzza! The wonderful, therapeutic effect of writing! 🙂 There is a reason I chose that particular picture (from Pixabay). It portrays fire that has turned into something magical, perhaps, a monster like we can be (filled with rage) can turn into something beautiful with the right approach. I suppose this coming from a term called “Constructive Anger”, look it up, it would be very helpful.
Fyuree Scribbling 