In the shadowed corners of a restless mind,
Where tempests brew and reason falls behind,
Anger roars with unyielding might,
Turning day to an endless night.

Flames of fury dance in a chaotic blaze,
Consuming calm in a fiery haze,
Words like daggers, sharp and cold,
Leaving scars that never grow old.

Yet in the silence after the storm,
A fragile peace begins to form,
Anger subsides, its echoes fade,
In the quiet, new paths are laid.

From ashes rise the seeds of change,
A heart renewed, no longer caged,
Embracing lessons anger taught,
Finding strength in battles fought.