Vent

Let me vent

Until my grief and anger is spent

Let me rage

Even if you say it makes me nothing but

A rat in a cage

Why should a rat be

Put there

In the first place

Don’t you dare try to hold me down

Don’t freeze me with your icy look of contempt

Or your killing frown

That glare of disapproval of your Gorgon’s head

I would rather be dead

Than frozen in place by you

There is a wildness in me

That has to breathe

And be set free

There is a cry in me

That must unleash

The true song of my soul

There is a demon here

Who is nothing but

An beautiful angel in disguise

And by God I am going to

Allow it to rise

Burning my soul

Clear and clean

Finally

From all of these ashes

Of suffering