There are times
I feel an anger so great inside me,
that I am ashamed.
It is not a rolling wave of the sea.
It is not a sweet sun-kissed wind.
It is not a rising crescendo.
It is a windshield shattering.
It is a forest on fire.
It is an echoing scream when my hand lets go of yours at the edge of a cliff.
And it is certainly not beautiful.
But every time the anger grabs hold of me,
so does the universe.
My elbow stabs violently in to a cement corner.
My foot twists and hits a metal bar.
My tongue gets crushed between my own teeth.
After all of this, I am drained, exhausted, bloodied.
It is then, when i have fallen, that the universe sits beside me
“child, you ran across hot coals.
you got to the other side.
but what did you get except burns on your feet?”