Tina Carpenter

Frustration boiling over
steam building in a pot.
A flash of anger striking
lightning clashing with sky.
Lashing out with razor words
hear them hissing. It comes
pounding wave after wave.

When I was young, sweet release
came in floods of salty bitter tears.
Age brings suppression.
Regain control, bottle your soul
rage does not become you woman.
Hide the prisoner in an ulcer or a
migraine until she escapes again.