Here is a reflection I had while flying home from Florida. It's about anger...not righteous anger that is self-controlled (note, that doesn't mean stuffed down); but defensive anger that is unleashed with no love or grace.
I drew the knife and sliced your skin,
I waved it 'round and cut again.
I plunged it deep into your heart;
I drew it out and left you scarred.
I swallowed it, a circus act.
Then deep within the knife attacked
until I was no longer me.
Death has come so bitterly.
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