Cataclysm
Fettered anger's final freedom!
The lightning fork of rage
thrust deep into
sluggish cross humility
Thunderbolts of feeling
come roiling forth
as aftermath--
releasing tensions, pain.
Held captive for
eternity it seems!
Now, joy surfaces
self bondage severed.
At last, healing rain
of tears softens,
moistens the parched
earth of my grateful body.