Angry Moments
Sometimes it emerges, often buried
Surfaced through various triggers
A match lights the taper
Feelings of helplessness, like grass bent in an uncontrollable wind
Then at a step too far, a push over the line, over the limit
It comes out, feelings blown asunder, yet clear control,
This anger, is it with others or of my self
Never external through violence but strong, direct, steely
I am sent air ward, elevated blood, pulse, all heightened
And after? A time to reflect, mirrored back
Face in the glass, forced to face
Inward critic, was it me? Genuine nonetheless
And then what
Does it go? Quenched, resolved?
I have no answer for this
Only the aftertaste of emotive experience
Shared perhaps, seeking other view
Bringing solace? I don’t know for real
Yet after time it does fade
Until the next flare, the next ignition
I wait with expectation, I hope I learn
From each angry moment
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