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Raw Emotion
The pain just below the surface
Lurking, hovering, just waiting
To swirl alive like a storm
The calmness, disintegrating
Anger jagged and turbulent
Tornado debilitating
Flashing out unbeknownst where, when.
The loud raging sound so hurtful
To the list’ner growing silent
The calm before the fury of storm
Hard and awful, malevolent
But only for a short period of time
Then suddenly ambivalent
Unsure what to do.
Tears falling, expressions of sorrow
Anger at self and its actions
Brokenness and hatred, grief so wild
Horror and disgust, imperfections
The easing off when reason prevails
Maybe reconciliations?
Maybe not….
Violet Escalera (8–16–2018)