The Pandemic of Anger

One's inner clouds
Render cushions of comfort
Rain becomes a cleansing
Internal sweat asking to be understood

Amidst this duplicity
Children might say, "What happened?"
"These big people are so unpredictable."
"Why are they so nice one minute

All of a sudden nice the next?"

Accepting anger is resolve's first step
Feelings become normal
Impressions are accepted
For what they truly are
Impressions
Points of view
Simply
More “Take down that wall”  of the world

Yes

When anger finds its source
Love/hate merges as one
Seeking not some desperate anchor
Instead
Mutual consciousness awakens
Recognizing differences
As merely layers of experiences
Vying for acknowledgment
Not battle

Interesting
This bomb

Without a fuse
It's just a bomb waiting
Never to ignite its destiny