I don't remember the last time I was angry

Somewhere between the
screaming younger cousins
and "respectable" elders
My anger drifted deep within
a cavern I know not where

Sometimes I am swarmed
with the realization
of how powerful I would be
Secrets kept and held for years
Flung expertly like daggers
at friendships sure as stone.

But even stone gives way
to rivers of mountain frost
Easily buried and worn
by time and earth and circumstance.

And even friendships forged in fire
turn brittle and break
when met with shoulders
cold as liquid nitrogen.