Smoulder

It’s okay to be angry.

To feel an ire so deep in your gut that you swear smoke roils from your very being.

You’re allowed to rage, to punch things, to be angry at the world.

At everything.

Let it crackle from you like lightning.

Let it consume you until it burns out and becomes the kindling of an ember.

For the smouldering rage, a slow-burning anger, will drive you straight and true.