Anger
bubbles through my soul.
caustic curses
that have torn strips off
Me
and loved ones
(my babies small)
Aghast again
venom pours through cursed lips
making me hate
~self~
that
much
m o r e
I know the cause
I know it is bigger,
deeper and more profound
than just a broken nail
blistered thumb
or spilt milk
no...
there is grief there
(familiar foe!)
always ready to push
scrape away esteem
like blowing dust
off my oft-forgotten
soul
somehow easier
to point fingers
backwards,
elsewhere...
blame time and me
as I sit sadly
alone
because when it comes down to it
am I not at fault?
is it not I
with power to hold tongue
to beseech higher powers
to give strength
understanding and love
nay
I crawl back into self
back unto my bed of nails
that I push into hands
eye and mouth
anything
to stop
stop
.
(perhaps words and fog
will make
these grumps
disappear)
