Rage

I carry my rage
Like a glass
Brimming with water
Careful that it does not drop
That it does not spill

I hide my rage
Like a gem --
the rarest of its kind;
Careful that it is not found
That it remains a secret

My rage won't poison you
Won't wound you
Won't spit bile in your face
Won't tarnish your name
Won't set snare for you

My rage will write about you
Will thread poems about you
Will weave prose about you
Will stay awake, toiling
the earth of my emotions
Digging for meaning and rhythm

My rage will write
Will wonder where I went wrong
Will garner fortitude
Will find a way
To move on