Rooibos

I feel the rage

It radiates from my heart and spreads like a scarlet ink stain

Through the veins underneath my flesh

From the ventricles pumping in the dark depths

To the light of my fingertips

The rage steeps within me, like rooibos

The scarlet may trap me in a hardened lava

The stain may start off dark

But it ebbs and flows

Action turns scarlet to coral

It gives me grounding. I stand in it

Vermillion rage is no hindrance

It gives way to a peach

Nourishment for a weary heart, drenched in red

My feelings don’t limit me or mine

It’s a spark