I push the rock out of anger; a careless nudge,
I lash out at my own will; seeing red.
With disbelief I see the massive stone begin to budge.
Open mouthed, my heart feels sudden pangs of dread.
Then the rock is rolling;
Decisions made
Too much said
The cat let out
of the bag.
Too late to take it back.
Accumulating speed.
Heart in my mouth.
Eyes wide.
Panicked.
A silent prayer no harm will come.
Secretly dreading the worst.
...that it hurts someone.
Some poor well meaning soul
who underestimated
The destructive influence of my rage;
Who bravely ventured outdoors
as all of the others sit
in their huts
shivering
cowering...
Hoping
my rolling wrath
is not
coming
straight
...for them.
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