Swept up in darkness
I feel heavy, constricted, shattered
Inside a box that’s
slowly closing in;

Clapping my hands over my ears,
I struggled to maintain that hot,
red energy inside of me;
But like a broken
pipe it slowly
comes to the surface
one… drop… after… another…
until it all slips from my grasp.

Then…
I feel it.
I’ve broken through the enclosing
walls, still surrounded by darkness but
with a red haze on the edges.
I feel powerful, unstoppable.
All my senses have heightened
ready to take on the world, ready for
the impossible…

What?...
I hear something,
but I can’t make it out.
Is that… there it is again.

My ears strains to hear,
My eyes struggle to penetrate the curtain
of red and black,

And my mind…
My mind slowly turns the key
to unlock all power source of my senses.
With a click my eyes part the curtains
to see all sorts of colors.
My ears hear what my conscience was saying,
“ Easy does it. Why are you angry?”
And my mind unlocks the source of time inside of me.
When time returns
my eyes takes in the damage done;

A book here,
a broken clock there,
shattered glass on the floor,
light bulb fixtures hanging crooked from the ceiling
and…
A little girl curled up in a ball in one cleared corner.

My hands are shaking.
My body too shakes
as I stared at that little face
filled with innocence and terror at the devastation.

I fall to my knees
as understanding and terror slams home.
All this devastation,
all because of an angry...
hurricane...
me.