The Fury
Week 31
the fury lives within me
deep and on the surface
tired hateful spite
I'll live my life with purpose
each day I climb this mountain
avoid my past with glee
I sometimes dream of when they die
the day I will be free
what they've done I shouldn't say
though not my shame to hold
some tell me just let it go
but no, I'll never fold
there in your wake i fan the flame
desperate for it's destruction
spurred by fear of a creeping freeze
whelming down with force worrisome
flame i've stoked to an inferno
raging forward in such rampage
reigniting fires of the past
scratching open the old scarring
now left a scorched and broken earth
harrowed and ready for healing
with ache from all that is damaged
longing ever at what's now lost