Where can the anger go?

But where can the anger go
When the abuser cannot see it?
I could scream and shout
I could write a whole treatise
Detailing in plain language
My pain
And how you caused it

I could sing it
Paint it
Wrap it in a poem
I could slam it
Grime it
Dance it
I could sculpt it
Express it as a dish
Or a garment

I could spend years
Exhausting my energy on it
And still you would not get it

What’s the point of getting mad
At a rabid dog
A crushing wave
A rock standing in the way?
You are what you are
All I can do is stay away
And carve for my anger
A channel
A way