Anger

Anger

My anger consumes me.
A wild raging fire,
that blots out the light.
The harder I try,
the worse it becomes.

I must control it,
or my spirit will die.
I close my eyes,
and sit on the ground.
The fire rises before me,
touching the sky.

I take a deep breath.
Another one follows.
I reach inside me,
for the eternal stillness.

Once I touch it,
the fire stops growing.
I embraced the quiet,
and the fire recedes.

The slower my breathing,
the greater the stillness.
The fire grows dim.
The dark angry cloud,
thins to a mist.

I live in the light,
and the shadow is gone.
If I hold my focus,
it will never take hold.