Foaming rage, turbulent, unrelenting, bubbling inside, <br />ready to explode. <br /> <br />Contained merely by a whim, afraid to give in to it, <br />white with age, jumping all around inside a tight-knit <br />spot. <br /> <br />Not able to leap out and ruin the world of a little <br />child, kept locked up by secret memories and images.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-anger/
