In a roaring mood
I let go,
Rage swept through
And left no tracks.
To my surprise,
I could not find it
When it went.
Where did it go?
I walked down the street
In relative peace,
Compared to the anger
That had ceased.
I could not see
Where it fled,
Amazement followed
At this development.
So many times
I’ve stuffed fury,
Only to have
It surge up in a hurry.
But when I gave in
To this fierce wind,
It only blew thin air,
As if barely there.
Not a hair was stirred,
Not a harsh word heard,
No crockery smashed,
No walls bashed.
All stilled,
No ill willed,
Quiet reigned,
No one got blamed,
Quenched was the flame.
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