Landing.

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 16, 2014


Anger doesn't always approach with
petty words that eventually
avalanche,
and leave you gasping for breath and
a foundation without ashes.

Impatience corrodes compassion,
blackening a pure heart,
closing all roads to reconciliation.

I hear thunder when anger is
my unwelcome guest,
floor boards quake, kitchen pots
bang, and I want to empty myself
of emotions that were my victuals
until I

become insignificant.

Anger is a storm that charges,
of paramount concern, believing
it has jurisdiction over peace.
When it lands, turbulence stealing
our calm and clutching arms together,

we realize anger is not a destination,
simply a false district that we feel
we must access when all else fails.

But we, cannot be victims, anymore.

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Written 8/16/14 @ 3:47 PM

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  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Love the message of this poem Maryanne. Anger is an emotion not a lot of people like to deal with either way. Sometimes all we can do is let it all out and let "the storm pass". Anger really is a storm too. So I loved the thunder stanza. People really do stomp around and bash dishes to " prove a point". Here it seems like all you want to do is let your anger out until there is nothing left. Once anger takes over us, there is nothing we can do until it passes, its very difficult to control. Loved the title as well. It fits very well.

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