Seeing Red

Anger is never a pretty thing and is an emotion that most nice girls are taught to repress from a young age. Poorly chanelled anger is of course destructive to the self and others, but I believe that when harnassed, rage can be a great creative force. Today’s poem is about a woman who used her inner fire positively to become a stronger more expressive person and in turn had the last laugh. There is also a link to a video of the poem below the writing.

Furescala

Furescala, the flame thrower

She once got badly burned

She lay down on the kitchen floor

All alone and spurned

Scalded by the heat of love

Consumed by her desire

Furescala felt powerless

But learned to trust her fire

Harnessing the energy

And no longer forlorn

Hell it knows no fury

Like a woman scorned

A blazing, burning rhapsody

So powerful and bold

Seething through her very core

And how her flames could scald

She flipped the anger inside out

And turned it on it’s head

Flaming, fierce and passionate

Her heart was strong and red

Spicy, hot, like chilli seeds

And thumping with such ire

Instead of holding it inside

She set her soul on fire

She sang it and she painted it

She danced it, celebrated

Instead of letting it consume her

She simply created

Furescala was furious

And she had flames to throw

And once she’d fully felt her rage

She smiled and let it go

 

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