What do I need to know about you Anger?

Perhaps nothing, other than how to

offer you safe passage into the light

so that I can resume my movement in the dance of life.

In its quest for freedom, Anger thinks and speaks. I hear:

“Your soul’s submergence in hibernation through countless seasons

has muted my call, disarming its expression

into the helpless and false dribble of a whimper.

Lavender tea and comfort food sedate your soul, and

fuel my fire for consumption.”

In its quest for liberation, Anger tastes and smells.

I clear my disembodied palate and inhale.

Chicken soup does not satisfy,

nor a ginger tonic with honey, lemon, echinacea, and goldenseal.

I bite my tongue and hold the exhale.

In its quest for release, Anger sees, and I envision

the full colors of the rainbow spectrum,

marking the sky

with the depth of an ink pen

in temporarily blinding vibrancy,

urgently wishing to convey a message that will save my life.

In its quest for purpose, Anger touches, and I feel

Intellect stepping aside to offer its presence to

Heart opening like a rose sharing its sweet essence in bloom,

offering the inflamed fire that wishes not to harm, but to illuminate.

I merge with flashes of throbbing pain that softly launch through my pores,

taking flight into a joyous cascade of fireworks that   

bath my face like warm waters of sunset on the shore,

birthing my soul’s way to rise and unify.