"Laws of Motion"

When two forces clash
A sound is born,
Fierce and Terrifying.
A howl that rips through the night
And the collision is encompassed
In furious light.
A vibrant streak tears through the sky
And the millions of stars in the evening
Cry upon this desolate land.

Your palms slap the table
Hard enough to make me wince.
You stare me down with angry eyes
From where you stand.
The old, worn, wooden dinner chair
     lies on the floor,
The clatter still echoing in my mind.
I stare you down from my own chair,
Brown clashing with Green.
I took off my glasses so I couldn't
See you screaming at me.
But I wish I could have seen you
     react when I calmly stood,
When I calmly spoke my piece,
And calmly left the house, into the rain,
Down the street and into the night.

When two forces clash
A sound is born.
Roaring and Resounding--
A cry to be heard in the night
By a girl who is ferocious in her own right,
Encompassed in glorious light.
When the storm calms down,
When the clouds depart,
The stars shine and twitter
In the voluminous dark.