I met the friend on the road no stranger from times before while I traveled towards my goal only wishing to arrive alone no good would come from amity a rapport that denied good faith when motivations would be ****** in every afterward imagined then
I turned away from these thoughts instead of considering ego’s wants filled inside with rapt desires forgetting falls that bruised my heart they were the chum when I had none standing by me when life was glum now their return bode anew the need to walk in fury's groove
they asked to climb upon my back share a warmth by the flames that burned bright in response to their presence by my side the only answer I had to share was a yes from every cell the desire to smash the world was the focus I'd soon despair
now I ask if they could leave depart before I would arrive complete the journey at day’s end in the company of sanity my friend of temperament had their place at the milestone where they stood my destination is not their home life removed from anger's cure.
The poem "Anger's Cure" was inspired by a friend's posting about the wisdom of anger. I responded that anger is a signpost and not a desired destination. The associated passion may be with us for part of the journey, but the companionship is asked to be short-lived.