Nothing can be right in the world
Everyone is the enemy
Parents the absolute foe
Furious words screamed
Pricking deep, like thorns
Tension always in the air
Building and growing
A bud of a flower opening
Flames swirling
A monster threatening
Clawing its way to the surface
Only to eventually leave
Move on to another
Unsuspecting teen
When everything is calm
The Atlantic comes back
The pink dulls, congested with smoke
Finally it happens
Up to the heavens
A slow, steady stream of white
The rocket takes off