read or listen:
The necessary appointment of anger
arrived in me when I was too young to hold its weight.
Angers footing was firm,
I learned to rotate around its trunk
ease into its gravity well,
follow where it led.
Mine was not less than my Fathers anger,
not more either.
Was it his or mine?
I never could tell.
Anger became the river that connected us
and divided us.
Now that he’s gone
I can easily recognize anger's heavy nod
when it visits,
it is but one voice of many,
in the chorus of me.
Will you share the fullness
of the song of you today?
We can sing together,
while the world mixes life
in new ways.
Keep writing!
Well said. 🙏🏼