Like a paper-plane
Let the wind whisk it away.
Like a sand castle
Let the tides wash it away.
The fury that is growing
Inside of you.

It does no good
To keep it pent up
This rage that threatens to
Drown you.

A noose around your neck
A sword over your head
Embracing this beast
Never ends well.

Held back from your
True potential. Your anger
Misguides you. Conquering,
Transforming, from the inside out.

If it’s so easy
To acknowledge the cons
Why must it be so strenuous
To look past its conniving web?

– Mia


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