If the words I’ve kept tucked away unfold
To spread themselves across this page,
Would clarity finally show itself to me-
Free me from this maelstrom of rage?
Floating along doesn’t come gracefully
Without my feelings being unfurled.
Should serenity in turn befriend me
If they set sail into the world?
A pool of rage can grow so viciously
It will flood me like a disease-
I must find something to rescue me…
Spilling words out is my release.
By Anne Currin