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Mar 14
sometimes its the little child in your ventral cavity
that overwhelmed with storms of emotion becomes
flustered & suspended in its gusts, unable to touch ground
this youngness of a heart shouts not at the person
in front of them but for relief--

a cherub's hand are as soft as your anger
so do not judge yourself for your irritation, it is the softest
part of you exposed, places you wish to control
carrying the phantoms of a hurt done long ago
I think of times when I have been angry and how it the whole situation felt like a perceived attack at the vulnerable parts in me to which I responded to with anger.  Sometimes our anger is then indicative of the things we have not healed or the vulnerable spots in us. In that way anger can result in something that helps us grow.

I guess the question really is: Why am I really angry?
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  32/Los Angeles, CA
(32/Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Melanii
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