Seeing red
Anger builds inside
Boiling to a point
Where reason takes a ride.
Fury ignites the air,
Like flames that dance and sway,
Words sharp as daggers fly,
In the heat of disarray.
But beneath the stormy clouds,
A flicker of calm resides,
A choice to turn the tide,
And let compassion guide.
So take a breath, release the strain,
Let the tempest fade away,
For in the quiet aftermath,
We find peace to light the day.
M.A.D. Works 