I’m not my anger
Though it may
be one of my
first memories
I’m patient
I am a Tlingit fisherman
Anger can serve as a disguise. What feelings are
hidden under the shadow of anger. Today (2/19)
anger hid pain and fear. It was a burst of
anger. A lit fuse. A stick of dynamite. I
mistakenly thought, I had nothing to lose.
For that moment I was confused.
I do not have to unleash the dragon on
anyone. The only person who is really
hurt at the end is me and my loved
ones. My love. My rage must be nurtured,
it’s no one else’s burden to bare.
"Rage must be nurtured." Love that line!