Anger indoors and out

      Lost words crave a voice. Careful
of those who harm. Ah life is
raw. Torn from the past, see me
now. Changed.

      Treading softly around souls.
Terrified of looking like an idiot
In front of many.

       Can I not be safe? Eyes
harm the soul. Rip the heart of its
cravings. Grateful not to waste away
as many did before me.

        Oh the power of faith, hope
and prayer. Senses of delightful
breaths of fresh rain. Silk brisk
shouts of wind, howling the storm to
come. Calm in the midst of rage.
Lights flash before the roar of the
darkened evening sky.

         Here I sit grateful to smell the
aroma of tiny raindrops, as they
spread streaking across my
skin and clothes.

         How wonderful it is to
see the beauty in such an
angry sky.

Note: "souls" are in reference to people