Anger’s Tempest

When Anger Finds Its Source,
One's inner clouds
Render cushions of comfort,
Rain becomes the cleansing internal sweat

An alarum asking to be understood.

Amidst ire’s duplicity,
Children might say,

 "What happened?
These big people are so unpredictable.
Why are they so nice all of a sudden?"

Accepting healthy anger is resolve's first step,
Impressions accepted for what they truly are…

Impressions,
Points of view,

Recognition that differences of opinion

Needn’t be justification for unhealthy anger,

Known for its out-of-control nature.

Yes

When anger resolves its source,
Love/hate merges as one,

Salutary anger finding solace
In not seeking a desperate righteous anchor.

Suddenly…
Mutual consciousness awakens,
Recognizing differences merely

Layers of experiences
Vying for acknowledgment,
Not battle.

Interesting
The tempest threat

Without a fuse
This kind of bomb becomes

But a impotent temperament,
Never to ignite.