Anger Arc

I talk about my anger in the third person

I immediately disconnect from it

even before it escapes my lips 

When I am in a fit of fury 

raging against injustice

it is engrained in my bones

to disassociate from it

I cannot own this

That is not mine

That cannot be me

I scream til I’m blue in the face

seething in red hot coals

Teeth gritting

Gut clenched

Do not let this feeling go any deeper

Cut it off before it cuts 

slices

dismembers

me or someone I love

or both

But if I stop to listen

to follow its arc

like a meteor blazing across the sky

it evenentually fades and dies out 

No earthly blast

no bodies strewn 

limbs scattered

bloody

Instead, we all watch it 

holding our lover’s hand

with our jaw dropped 

in amazement and awe

We make a wish, even 

What if our anger

could produce

the same 

humbled

honored 

reaction

What if we could see that same meteor 

not up in the sky

but within us

with every sweep of anger

and not fear it

but watch it