Rage

I've been feeling angry for awhile now.

If rage is a fire,

what is my ice storm?

It is the storm of winter that blisters slowly

snow is light until it turns to ice

a crack in composure is a fall into cold waters

shivers are just the beginning 

hail the ice storm that turns the fires into a season. 

Author's Note

Any critiques are welcome

*****UPDATE******
I recently won first place in a poetry contest with this poem so thanks to everyone who reads my work and posts comments.