Anger’s Plight
by Odin Roark

One’s inner clouds
render cushions of comfort.
Rain becomes a cleansing
internal sweat asking to be understood.

Amidst this crushing unconscious duplicity,
children might say, “What happened?
These big people are so unpredictable.
Why are they trying to be so nice all of a sudden?”

Accepting anger is resolve's first step.
Feelings begin to move toward normal.
Impressions are more accepted
for what they truly are:
impressions,
points of view,
arguably, variations of “Kramer vs Kramer”

Yes

When anger finds its source,
love/hate merge as one,
seeking not some desperate anchor,
but merely the act of mutual consciousness awakening,
recognizing differences,
as layer upon layer of experiences,
vying for acknowledgement and acceptance.
not angry battle.

Interesting, this bomb on a timer…

Void of fuse, but an explosion of emotion ticking off “control’s” time,
hoping to find its destiny…
regardless of gender.

At such time, one must respect the decision.
After all, one can live only one life, not two,
at least in this iteration of existence.