Finding Anger

A Poem For Us Over-Benevolent Types

Don't you dare
I will not
No! 
I love myself when, 
I'm Angry 

Don't talk to me, 
like that 
Treating me as, 
your stat

Close that door
Give me space
Let me go 
I love myself when, 
I'm Angry 

Get your hands, 
off my body,
your words, 
they don't stick 
Try me, 
my bones, 
they built thick 

I will not go, 
to you, 
You come here
Spent my whole life, 
running, 
stopping feels austere

Give me my rest, 
for it's taken, 
hundreds of years 
I will attest, 
even if you hate me, 
I love myself when, 
I'm angry

I've had enough, 
your violence, 
Stop wasting my time
Cutting me down, 
like I'm a fruitless vine

I'll dry up, 
and you will see, 
When sparks fly, 
they'll burn me free

Igniting voice, 
through supple body
Incinerating pain, 
warming up for Samadhi

Oooo, I love myself when,
I'm Angry

Don't do that, 
again 
My definition stands clear, 
a tailwind 

Does this sharpness, 
surprise? 
My blade strikes swiftly,
slicing through,
your lies

Come here, 
listen close
I'll tell you once more, 
blankly
It's no secret,
I love myself when, 
I'm angry

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In my hiatus from writing here, I’ve often noticed how much I miss it. I love sharing in this way. I also love writing for myself.

As usual, life has its paradoxes and I have to bend, twist upside down, look under the sheets of cosmic disarray, and behind the doors of deception to find a way to bring these two into harmony. Obviously, I haven’t done this well in the past months. I leaned more towards the scribes cave - where notebooks full of ink find their way into someones storage, cellar, or closet (not mine, because I’m never “home.”).

I refuse to diagnose my tendency to “write for no one” because I assume, in the end, it helps me write for someone (you!). The freedom I haven’t found in publishing is fully accessible in my journal. Any time my work seems to feel like an effort for a sustaining period, I’m inclined to back off. This space is certainly one I intend to keep effort-less. This poem came with a “I must share this” sticker, so I feel the momentum will continue in the direction of writing more on here again.

As always, I greatly appreciate you taking the time to read this ever-evolving and not so defined thread.

I hope you are discovering and unfolding… wherever you may be.

Much Love,

J