A Grudge

Anger, it rages and shimmers and rises, all consuming, relentless,
It takes over my very being and makes incapable, inept, inadequate every thought, rational or logic
that might intervene to soothe my burning heart, my scalding blood roaring in my heated head.
I know this doesn’t help, this punishment of me, by me, for something that someone else did
Not me, not me, not me. Never me.
I try, I try to let tranquility, to let busyness wash over,
The siege of all things that burn, that destroy in a ball of fury
But, it’s no good
I never forgive and don’t forget.

©2014 Toko-pa Turner. Painting by Agata Kawa.

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