Your Inner Roar

Year poem was written: 2014

      An anger has cut deep like a large knife,

          one that was stitched over by flesh.

      It has remained enclosed within your very being,

          festering like a toxic tumor.

     You try to hide it with a mask of control,

          hoping to appear calm.

     But inside you have a rabid lion locked up,

          waiting to burst free.

     You give all you desperately can to contain this,

          your inner roar.