Selected by Mary Kling
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Anger in me will not be quenched
a scream pent up
an earthy cry
becomes a prayer for freedom.
Winds, skies, and trees call me
I am gripped by the fury
of ocean crashing into castles
built of sand
of destruction and untold truths.
I am pricked by sharp unending nights
monsters that bare razor teeth, evil eyes
rage creeps in, dense and black
my call for freedom goes unheard.
The very meaning of life extinguished
in bold thoughts and uncontrolled roars
pain and questions without answers
I am challenged by the call of the day
come walk, talk, love, and be
where do I put the anger while I live?
Resentment lies on the surface
a seething volcano thrusts mountains aside,
an eternally searing flame
chars the thought of freedom.
I am vitalized by writing and creation
I am energized by a palette and brush
challenged by an undetermined tomorrow,
through the anger and the fire
the Phoenix rises
brings hope of another day, another time
I am lifted by shaping what is to be.
(This poem was selected by Mary Kling. She is currently one of our contributors and poets found here at Poets United. Her hard work and help with Poets United can be found in nearly every corner of this site and for this we are grateful. If you would like to learn more about Mary or read some of her own poetry you can visit her blog "In the Corner of My Eye" or keep an eye out for more of her posts.