My Anger

My anger within me is like a cauldron of boiling larvae in the very heart of a volcano. Just one touch or stroke is enough to cause this very volcano to erupt. On the outside one sees the burnt coal and ashes thinking all is well within, not knowing how big and bad the situation is. My anger! Oh! How I wish that one would only but understand my burning flames of pain. Pain built up from many memories meant to fade. My anger of many days oh! How I long would be that someday if only one day that I too will be free from my anger.