My elements are a tempest
Ragin, engagin, off the page and
I sweep thru the thickets
Sharp thorns pierce my husk
A must that I break thru to the side of calm
Pinned up combustible are bombs.
As I tick to the clock's tock. 
I anchor my emotions as a rock
Tryin not to fall off balance in my search
I will continue on my quest 
to locate the fertile grounds
Grains of sanity
Petals of humanity
Spices of truth
Vanity in the reflections of my mindscape
So I can see a beautifully crafted me
The door to the righteousness with a fitted key
Keeper on the flames 
An illuminating spark in the dark
Holder of the inner love
To control the rage
Rage don’t control me