DANGEROUS

In the depths of silence, anger resides, A force concealed, where danger hides. For it is not in the loud or fierce display, But in the quiet, where true power may lay. In the stillness, emotions tightly wound, A person's character is subtly found. The way they hold that anger deep within, Reveals the strength, the battles they've been. A calm demeanor, a composed facade, Yet within, a tempest, ready to applaud. For those who keep their anger well-contained, Are the ones whose resilience is ingrained. Like a simmering fire, burning slow, They harness the rage, but let it grow. In this self-control, a potent might, A measured strength, burning bright. But beware, for such souls can be a threat, A silent storm, one shouldn't forget. For when anger finally breaks its cage, The world may witness their unleashed rage. So judge not by the outward show, But the way they hold their anger's flow. A person's danger lies not in the noise they make, But in the quiet battles their souls undertake. Romique