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The anger boiled up again. I wondered whether it would ever go away. What was it about all this That triggered me so intensly? Was it just frustration? Or was it frustration Boiling up from helplessness? I was powerless against the flash backs. Powerless against my past, my mistakes, My inability to allow harm on others. But I was still here. Where do I go from here? What is anger? Is it simple self-defence? And if so, against what? I was trying to find reasons for my pain Only to realise, that there is none. Because there is no reason within me Because I was not the root cause. It wasn't until I opened my eyes To the reasons of others That I realised, that it had nothing to do with me. I let the pain die away I was the collateral damage Of someone else's inner war. So I removed myself In understanding that I would never grow sick from this... They would grow sick from having done what they did. And in that moment, I felt compassion. I forgave. The fear never left I could still lose everything To someone else's inner war. So then what is fear...?
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC
What is anger?
The anger boiled up again. I wondered whether it would ever go away. What was it about all this That triggered me so intensly? Was it just frustration? Or was it frustration Boiling up from helplessness? I was powerless against the flash backs. Powerless against my past, my mistakes, My inability to allow harm on others. But I was still here. Where do I go from here? What is anger? Is it simple self-defence? And if so, against what? I was trying to find reasons for my pain Only to realise, that there is none. Because there is no reason within me Because I was not the root cause. It wasn't until I opened my eyes To the reasons of others That I realised, that it had nothing to do with me. I let the pain die away I was the collateral damage Of someone else's inner war. So I removed myself In understanding that I would never grow sick from this... They would grow sick from having done what they did. And in that moment, I felt compassion. I forgave. The fear never left I could still lose everything To someone else's inner war. So then what is fear...?
lily-nurmi
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC
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