FURY

My tears have many colors now.

Fury holds me and shake me

to the bone.

It won't let go ---

I drown.

The tears go up and out

Not just down my face;

So I am surrounded

and cannot breathe.

My tears have many colors now,

Red and Violet, Flame and Rain

The floods they make

could not begin to quench

my thirst for warmth and safety.

I am running from the mayhem

to organized insanity

to save myself from me.

My tears have many colors now.

And they are each a key.

Once cried, once turned

a place never to be returned.

So how to use this Fury

without turning you away

A possible birth

an imminent death

Neither one I wish to hurry.

Can I howl and bay with this

Embrace my Fury strong

And brush these tears now,

from my palatte

to paint this death

back into life.

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