Monday, August 30, 2010

death trumps anger

I think my Winged Liver Goddess is working her magic...
When I heard about my dear Ronald's death
the anger swirling, tumbling, tossing and rumbling
within the depths of my liver
came together like an enormous storm cloud
pouring out thru my eyes
cleansing me in my own tears

As I cried enough tears
to make a sauce for my sorrow
I knew that I would be different
feel different
the anger had lost the potency
to harm me
it no longer burned deep inside
I felt as if my anger was floating above me
I could grab onto it
if I felt the need
but I did not want
the ugliness of anger
intruding on my sweet sadness

death trumps anger...

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