I tried to analyze the flames by standing in the coals
and in the the midst of it I froze
Not froze, I suppose but rather burned
As the fire around me churned
My head, it melted
The thoughts did seep.
When your mind is lava 'cool' is hard to keep.

When I see the tension creep into your shoulders
As you hunch over your keyboard,
A spring coiling, about to explode -
When I hear the expletives crashing on walls
From outside my door -
When I can no longer breathe
The caustic, charged air -
I have two choices:
(I will not - can not fight)
I can freeze,
Make myself small,
Become the doe
With eyes locked straightforward,
Glassy, removed...
Or
I can grab the headphones,
Change into running shoes,
Caress my lithe curves,
And feed my body to the sky,
As I fly.
When you refuse to take care of yourself -
I must be my own protector,
And this fierce goddess
Is beholden to no one.

it is cold
then hot
                    so quickly
it is tough
it is hard
                    but melts with heat
it tings
it taps
and
                knocks
     about
                             the surfaces
                    of the kitchen worktop
             these are properties that stir tea

it is cold
then hot
                    so quickly
it is cool
it is calm
                    but bends under pressure
it sings
it raps
and
                talks
     about
                              the textures
                              of existence
             these are properties that stir me

I know it's shouting at you.
Anger.

I know it's raging around you
and inside you.
Blinding.

But stop. Just stop.
Can you stop and listen?

I understand the difficulty.

Sitting calm in the storm, is one of the hardest things you'll ever learn.

But you have to overcome it,
before it overcomes you!

If you choose to be part of the storm,
go ahead.

We know how that goes.
Don't we?

Listen to the whispers,
Amid the storm of your emotions.

What do you want, Anger?
What's up?

When you can,
Tell me what makes you so mad.

Then tell me again,
what is REALLY bothering you about that.

Then, tell me again. And again.

I'm here, for as long as it takes.

Empty it out and let me haul it away with you.

It's okay.

Let it all go. Until you can see,
What you couldn't see before.

Until you can hear,
The whispers of your anger.