Anger took me by scruff of neck and shook
me furiously, urging me to scream.
And I let out a whopper, stunning those
who happened by though they were not at fault.
Then, spirit shaken, I calmed down a notch
and shook the evil demon off my back.
Around me, battered bodies proved my crime
though I could not remember harming them.
The power source dis-empowered my heart
and twisted it into a deadly storm.
But I don’t want to be a weather front
barreling through the valleys of my moods.
The question is who will be in control
when I feel rain and wind begin to blow.
Can love insist on hugging me instead
of letting rage distort my spirit so?
For my prompt Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Bullying
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast