Anger simmering, I try to block,
but fighting a losing battle.
Struggling to keep it within,
escaping, temper starts to rise up.
Past boiling, now molten lava,
prepared to singe all in its path.
Jolted into full throttle, the rant begins,
berating those who deserve no less.
Not stopping for breath; the tirade continues,
pointing out all the wrongs inflicted on me.
Eventually there is nothing left to stoke the fire;
with no steam rising I start to cool off.
My anger abated, but I was all alone,
the wrath directed at the invisible.
Arguments are only acted out in my head,
a release valve for my sanity.
The anger has hurt only myself,
then stored with the imaginary multitudes.
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Helen, I can really relate here. I always end up so mad at myself when I let anger get to me.
Me too Andra: I detest losing my temper; I avoid doing so the best way I can.
I know the feeling Helen, I berate in my head a lot letting off steam 2 allow myself to breathe, it can be such a nice relief to ones self, berating sometimes just to let go without remorse and not actually offending or hurting anyone, just hurting ourselves. Those who inflicted wrongs are not worth the pain and anger inside, I know this to be true.
I find this is the best way Donna, it is easier than letting go.