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