Anger

Unrestrained,

Like the pull of the moon upon my skin.

Flowing out of my gut and through my lips 

To be set free into the world,

and let go.

Beautiful anger.

The stuff so many of us fear

And revile.

The shame that comes with the expression of it is

Powerful.

But suppression is made of 

Control and fear,

Not grace.

So this time I let it flow.

In one ear and out the other;

In the way that only friends are able to listen,

Sifting and allowing all the 

Bitterness to slip through the gaps

Of perception.

I am uncorked,

And know that this too shall pass.

In this expression,

This impermanent mosaic of 

Fire and ice,

I am releasing the need to be 

Good or fair.

And falling back into 

Freedom, 

Raging full-hearted with

Betrayal and loss.

I slip beneath the surface

And drop into the churning currents below.

Relaxed but furious,

Strangely calm.

Knowing 

That the whirlpools can pull me down

Into their darkness,

Trusting that

Healing cleansing place below.

Fearless.
Understanding
That struggle is the way

To be kept

Longer than I need to be.

Trapped by my own

Fight.

If I allow myself,

Release myself,

Let go 

Into the cyclones of

Helical flow,

I will one day find myself rising to the

Surface.

Washed clean and able

To breathe new air into 

These lungs.

Even now.

(In Gratitude for Anger).