03-15-2025, 07:48 AM
Fury’s Lover
Tears that stain my cheeks
are those of fury
in the depths of sadness.
Nerves that shake my bones
are those of rage
in the midst of anxiety.
Frowns that mark my face
are those of anger
amid grief.
In the valleys shadowed by joy’s mountains,
wrath is my ally—
the one my body yearns for,
the one my feeble hand holds
to give my fragility fortitude.
Tears that stain my cheeks
are those of fury
in the depths of sadness.
Nerves that shake my bones
are those of rage
in the midst of anxiety.
Frowns that mark my face
are those of anger
amid grief.
In the valleys shadowed by joy’s mountains,
wrath is my ally—
the one my body yearns for,
the one my feeble hand holds
to give my fragility fortitude.