I can feel my blood boil –
My skin start to itch.
Gripping and releasing fists
To expel some energy
Yet the energy won’t go.
It stays pent up
Gaining heat and acceleration.

Breathe in. Breathe out.
Keep breathing.
Calm and steady.
Tame the beasts –
Cool the blood to a simmer,
Back to its river.
Slow the heartbeat
And tune out the energy –
Expel the energy
Somehow.

Get rid of it before
It consumes you-
Before it breaks you,
Before you lash out with it,
Pushing a shock wave
Of pent up energy —
Reduce the energy back to
Its constant, quite,
Steady existence. Not boiling,
Bring it back down
To be able to move on.
To focus on something,
Anything but this.

T. Marina