Sometimes, instead of yelling
she would carve.
She had had a book on whittling since she was eleven,
but it never came off the shelf.
So one day,
in a fury,
she picked it up
randomly
and hurled it across the room
in anger.
After looking at it
laying against the wall
looking pathetic,
she picked it back up.
That's how she dealt with all
her feelings;
she carved them in wood.
But not in stone
because feelings
change.
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 11:04 PM UTC
Sometimes, instead of yelling
she would carve.
She had had a book on whittling since she was eleven,
but it never came off the shelf.
So one day,
in a fury,
she picked it up
randomly
and hurled it across the room
in anger.
After looking at it
laying against the wall
looking pathetic,
she picked it back up.
That's how she dealt with all
her feelings;
she carved them in wood.
But not in stone
because feelings
change.
© Benjamin H. Anthony 2010