Growing Anger

The boy has a garden of which he is proud. It's a safe place for him when the world is too loud. In it he grows joy, and fear and laughter and tears. He waters lovely blue plants (they remind him of songs) and winding green plants (they remind him of past wrongs). In time, throughout the garden grows a vine bright red. One he never planted yet grows there nonetheless. This vine is Anger; it started out as a seed, and then it grew and it grew into a terrible weed. It chokes his precious flowers in the garden of his mind. It demolishes and devours, leaving nothing behind. He grows to love the vine, because it's all he has left and anything is better than emptiness.