October 7, 2010
By Andrew Burns BRONZE, Park City, Utah
Andrew Burns BRONZE, Park City, Utah
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My mom makes me angry sometimes
So when I go to my room, I release my anger

suddenly there is a fist sized hole in my wall,
my hand hurts like if you touched live wires

Still on the journey to my room
the door is hanging on a hinge
splinters of wood fly everywhere

When I think about why my mom made me angry,
it all comes to me

a clenched fist
brought back
hurled at the wall
the drywall cracks
my fist has succeeded and accepts the pain

a burst of speed
then turning sideways
my shoulder makes impact
the door gives way
and splinters under my power
my shoulder has held firm and it’s totally numb

I think for a while
“why am I mad?”
then I think,
“I need to fix my door”

The author's comments:
This poem doesn't describe me at all.

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