I am

I am making a fire made of words.

I am letting that anger waft into the night.

I am screaming that fear into the warmth.

I am crying that loneliness into the smoke.

I am punching the air as if it were my enemy.

I am howling my pain to the dark.

I am kicking my worry in the bud.

I am running through my mind,

 finding all the words to be burned.