Monday, August 16, 2010


Anger in me will not be quenched.
A scream pent up,
an earthy cry
becomes a prayer for freedom.

Winds, skies, and trees call me.
I am gripped by the fury
of ocean crashing into castles
built of sand,
of destruction and untold truths.

Resentment lies on the surface.
A seething volcano thrusts mountains
aside, an eternally searing flame
chars the thought of escape.

I am pricked by sharp unending nights,
monsters that bare razor teeth, evil eyes.
Rage creeps in, dense and black;
my cry for freedom goes unheard.

The very meaning of life extinguished
in bold thoughts and uncontrolled roars,
pain and questions without answers.
I am challenged by the call of the day,
come walk, talk, love, and be.
Where do I put the anger while I live?

I am vitalized by writing and creation.
I am energized by a palette and brush,
challenged by an undetermined tomorrow.
Through the anger and the fire
the Phoenix rises,
brings hope of another day, another destiny.
I am lifted up by shaping what is to be.


Mary said...

Wonderful to see you blogging again...and very nice poem!

I also am vitalized by writing and creation!

Here's to creating!

Diane T said...

Judy, I had not checked your poetry blog in a while. When I did today, I was happy to see you had shared a poem here again. Creation IS vitalizing and energizing.

Judy Roney said...

Thanks Mary and Diane. I really got away from it. I have a lot of excuses but I'll just say;I'm baaack. :)