Apr 2020
It appears in flashes,
Like white lightning
That leaves trees in ashes.
To say it's complicated
Would be watering it down.
Patiently it's cultivated.
Always beaten back
An unfortunate child,
Left alone in a shack.
It comes as no surprise,
As it finally erupts
Amidst terrible cries.
'You never listened!
As I cried and cried.'
Eyes glazed and glistened.
I see it now,
Small sweet child,
I will show you how
You can be heard again
So, that hurt and anger
No longer causes us pain.
Like white lightning
That leaves trees in ashes.
To say it's complicated
Would be watering it down.
Patiently it's cultivated.
Always beaten back
An unfortunate child,
Left alone in a shack.
It comes as no surprise,
As it finally erupts
Amidst terrible cries.
'You never listened!
As I cried and cried.'
Eyes glazed and glistened.
I see it now,
Small sweet child,
I will show you how
You can be heard again
So, that hurt and anger
No longer causes us pain.
I have a weird and complicated relationship with my anger. When it appears, it's quick and sharp. It's always the gateway emotion for things lurking deeper within as if my brain can no longer hold onto anything else. I liken it to my inner child wanting to be heard. It has tried everything else, it knows anger will catch my attention.
