Today’s Daily Inklings prompt is ‘falsely accused’.
Anger used to be silent,
dark-faced and sullen,
not a roaring fire,
just smoke from an unknown source.
I know now it was hurt,
hurt too deep to be spoken,
too deep to be heard,
explained, cajoled away.
Mute accusations burrowed beneath the skin.
How can you fight silence?
Anger flares rarely now and when it does,
it lights the sky with Latin histrionics.
Things get broken and doors slam.
Do you remember the old times
when we were feeling our way in the dark?
When there seemed to be so much to forgive?
Let it go.
Embrace the flames.