In moments of rage, I confess,
A tempest within, I suppress.
Like thunder that roars,
My anger explores,
Yet, calms to a whisper, no less.

The flame of frustration ignites,
A dance of emotions in the nights.
It flares, it burns bright,
An intense, fiery light,
Then fades, as understanding alights.

But beware the volcanic eruption,
A force that defies interruption.
A fury unleashed,
Till the storm has deceased,
Leaving echoes of a tumultuous disruption.

Yet, in the aftermath's silent reprieve,
I ponder on lessons I perceive.
For anger's a guide,
When kept by my side,
A teacher in moments to grieve.

So, in the dance of emotions I sway,
Navigating through anger's array.
With each rise and fall,
I learn, standing tall,
In the rhythm of life, come what may.