Powerless

Alone in my room
I take a break,
and get angry.
Chuck a book across the room,
and clear my desk in one sweep of my arm.
The fury shakes my hands,
my entire body,
until I can't stand still.
Pacing the room like some caged animal.
The tears - they come more often now
than ever before.
I'm slipping,
and I know it,
and I'm letting it happen.

November 29, 2001