Choosing To Punish Myself

A zig of happiness sparked the upper peninsulas Of my wildebeest heart, a mere tich. Could that teensy beginning shake my Anger, which I had determinedly Held onto for three weeks longer Than anyone sane should have? Come on, the spark said, laughing. Come And play. We can be mad tomorrow. I was not in the least bit tempted. Stubbornness held me fast. I refused her offer, the lifeline She was giving me. I ignored the Light, and held on to my Enmeshed hurt feelings, Holding onto my rage As a shield, afraid of whom I Might become without her.