A sign on the door to the hospital read
"STOP IT OR COP IT...

How the softness of grief gives way to anger.
There is no crying but there is this feeling...

I keep my temper but I am angry.
I save my arguments for in the shower...

That pivotal moment you decide for the first time...
You grapple with your urges and find it within...

I walked every avenue of avoidance just to find...
Everytime I shut down the experience it resurfaced...