Learning from Anger

I have a duty to speak the truth as I see it and share not just my triumphs, not just the things that felt good, but the pain, the intense, often unmitigated pain. It is important to share how I know survival is survival and not just a walk through the rain.—–Audre Lorde

Anger.  Yesterday, that was my truth.   When I tried to write, anger kept glaring back at me.  I could see it peeking out from the middle of the “O’s”.  It was hurling cannonballs . . . the dots on the “i’s”, periods, pieces of semi-colons.  Soon, every lower case “l” became a spear.  Oh, the horror, the horror.

I gave up trying to write.  I walked away from this bloody battlefield to try again another day.  There are times when all one can do is surrender.  My anger was too strong, too raw.   Words would have contained it.  Anger was a wild beast that hated the cage.

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I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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