By Micki L. Bailey

Not a separate personality at all
Not even a too volatile temper
But rather a whole other entity entirely
Fettered, fathomless rage inside
Never losing intensity in all these years
Fully alert at all times, waiting patiently
Watching from the dark
For a tiny weakness, an unguarded moment
Then rushing to the consciousness, seizing control
Blotting out the sun and my cowering soul
Pushing me aside to watch the merciless slaughter
Pele and her bright-hot tantrums
Consuming alive, indiscriminately, all in the path
So much damage, loss
Before I can wrestle it back down
My demon, my monster
That obliterates all I find beautiful
So with all the strength I’ve learned
I restrain it and restrain it
Perhaps, if hurt terribly enough
I might unhinge the fetters, willingly
And lose the will to control whatever this thing is


August 7, 1997



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