There is Passion in this Anger

There is a passion in this anger,
There is a rage,
a boiling of the blood
a loss of control
a selfishness that grows
     a litany of unkind words
     pain of resentment
In a shout of hatred
the exasperation builds

There is a precipitous cliff in my life,
a threadbare cord
leading to darkness,
the stupidity of temper
I have frequently known
since sibling rivalry began
at home as a child.
There is a senselessness from zero to nowhere
and there is a stumbling
from no place to nowhere
A journey from impatience to displeasure
where the heart roams forever

There is an answer,
if only I choose to follow
for myself and others
the road of self control
the choice of forgiveness
regardless of pain
There is a midground
where we all can meet
in this world so unfair;
in which we can disagree and yet still be allies

O there is this dark side of me
where old hurts fester
where indignation still burns
where fury still fuels flames,
and I stand alone