“The Dance of Anger” by Nehla Zikria

Anger creeps from the crevices of the spinal column, its impulses go from your spine
to the back of the head.
It crawls like a spider fast up the trunk of the tree.
It tickles your ears, and it makes your stomach churn.
It takes control of your throat and slowly strangles it.
It sheds its cocoon, revealing a beautiful chain of pearls.
Anger, the creative force of man, leaves it gigantic footprints on the heart of man.
Anger, like the broken edges of the waves, touches the heart and soul of man.
Brilliant and wonderful like the spring daffodils of a Japanese garden.
A phenomena that shoots up from the ground and hits the sky.
Nasty at times like the hurricanes of New Orleans.
After having experienced a volcanic eruption, its aftermath creates a beautiful field of
introspection.
Tender as the night, and wonderfully mysterious.
Anger, a friend of mine and at times a foe.
A tumultuous emotion that has the power of the monsoons of India.
A phenomena that unravels in synchronicity with the unfolding of time.
Anger, possessing the many colors of a prism giving off a red passionate
aura that fills the nearby atmosphere with inspiration.
Anger, divine and creative, one of man’s chaotic emotions which needs to be analyzed by tomorrow’s psychoanalysts!