Today, I am angry. Very angry.
It is red, blood red. It is raw. It is gaping with incoherance.
It festers inside. It oozes out. Sneakily. Wherever it can. Through the unsuspecting.
It’s colour now no longer the truth of blood red, but the slyness of greenish-yellow.
It shrivels up the life.
How long till only charred black remains?
Why are you so angry?
Like the way that was written tho.
B’s ex. She continues to play up. And the underlying issue continues to not be resolved. And every time something happens to highlight that again, my anger erupts. But every time, the anger is bigger. And it’s feeding itself.
I have to figure out a way to not let the anger destroy me.
well one simple way is to take the anger and write down on a piece of paper. All your hurt and pain. Then burn the paper visualizing the anger slipping away and releasing it’s hold on you.
I dunno just an idea. But the poem is beautiful….
That doesn’t sound good at all Nats. I was hoping that it would have been resolved by now, but I suppose, leopards never change their spots!
jenty, you are right. And I always forget that. And then am just amazed why people don’t change
Thank you scarletbegonia! I like your suggestion. I am familiar with using this technique and in the past it’s worked pretty well for me. It’s worth a shot. Thanks