my anger is unknown

Once, my wrath was wildfire, uncontained and fierce to hold, Devouring every tender shoot, leaving ashes dark and cold. A price I bore for kindness shown, a shadow side untold, A seething force within me raged, untamed and uncontrolled. But now, my wrath lies tranquil, like the deep and silent sea, Its power vast and potent, a quiet intensity. Unpredictable still, it slumbers deep, a formidable might, An endless depth, a sovereign sweep, cloaked in the quiet of night. Though calm it seems upon the surface, still waters run profound, My wrath, a dormant titan, in oceanic depths is bound. A transformation from the blaze, to the abyss's embrace, A wrath that's harnessed, yet immense, in its newfound quiet space.