Anger
Something Powerful
Like a roll of Mighty Thunder
Or a sense of Longing
For Peace and Justice.
Some insidious thing that grows
And feeds on itself
As it festers inside me
When I try to look the other way.
And then it Bursts out,
Sparks and burns the ones I most love…
When neither of us expect it.
Oh yes, anger.
One of the colors between red and orange,
Deep and Bright,
Among all those other Deep and Bright
feelings in the Human Rainbow.
….just another color…..
JUST ANOTHER COLOR?!?!
HOW DARE YOU….
try to ignore me..
store me up like so many green beans
in the root cellar.
HOW DARE YOU….
melt away my edges,
slow my growth,
diffuse my energy
with a little humor…
Oh Anger,
would you believe –
I’ve sensed something
fragile, delicate and tender
in your storm nature…
with all your punches –
all your walls –
hurting others, driving them away…
I could call your bluff
By offering my love.
Oh, dear friend anger.
When will I ever learn to use the Light
from your sparks,
from your potent color,
to show my way
along the darkest pathways of my life?
I treasure your energy
The lessons you teach
The fiercely loving place you came from
Inside of me.
Abbie Frederick
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