What we talk about when we
talk about anger...
Disappointment in another's actions
as we try to manage a world not our own
but that we have been a part of.
I try to self-regulate, emotionally,
but it's difficult.
Why am I angry?
So many reasons.
Other people push my buttons.
Too many have come loose &
fallen off.
Disappeared into the corners
in which they were kicked.
Lashing out, to protect themselves
they create amulets against loss
and for something tangible in hoping.
Exercise and sex-ercise diffuse my demons.
Human connection in motion heals the wounded
& torn patches of memory.
There is a residual remembrance of
goodness in all of us.
I wasn't born with these feelings.
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