The sword in me trembles,
Raging,
Wanting to slice through
Rules and stupidity,
Banks and governments,
Fine print and followers.
The warrior in me
Screams
But I am silent.
The place where the cries
Are swallowed
Is a black hole
Inside.
I sit and spill words,
When I want to
Tear down walls,
Blast through illusions,
And obliterate the
Source of my anger.
I know it makes me
Grow,
But how long must I
Keep the storm
Contained?
Its fury demands
Freedom.
Original writing by Katrina Ariel
