Anger rising up
no matter how hard you fight,
until it explodes.
You can only let
it wash over you so long,
bitter on your tongue.
Bite your lip but words
spill out like oil coating your teeth,
poisoning the air.
—
Some days you are tried,
and see no good in the world,
even if it’s there.
Maybe tomorrow
there will be sunlight in these
words, joy on this page.
© The Lightning Tower, 2020