Looking Back in Order to Move Forward

Although this is not a completely original blog, I came across a journal from a few years ago and wanted to post a favorite poem I created during a not so happy skipping in the park while blowing bubbles time in my life.

**Hint this piece gets its full effect when read aloud and dramatically**

A Girl Named Angry

Quiet
It was quiet
Very Quiet
And then the riot
Her body would shake
Tears would break
The sounds she'd make
Every season with or without reason
She would commit treason
to her tranquil state
No one can appreciate
Corruption
Eruption
Destruction
Festered hate
The others around her would create
Heightened shrills
Gives your spine chills
A volcano destroying all surrounding innocence
An earthquake breaking what had been built
A tornado consuming all along it's path
Immortal wrath
Slaughtering her very soul
Holding captive her only control
Look behind her tiny frightened eyes
Here is where the answer lies
The most profound threat in all the world
An angry angry angry
Angry Girl
Very quiet
It was quiet
Quiet