aggression

Pulsing it explodes
Once hidden in the stone
It is energy moving, chaos in my breath.
It is a feeling which, inside me, slept.
I've controlled it, and fought it.
Yet it always came back, to haunt me.
We sat down, smoke the pipe.
Had anew a meeting, a conversation, no fight.
From enemy, it became an ally.
an ally to use when I feel abused.
no more passivity, no more bruised.
no more snooze, no more blues.