Good Friday the rage came out.
I did not hurt myself
I did not hurt any one else
The trigger was my neighbor yet again filling my dustbin.
Rage that was completely disproportional to the trigger.
but volcanic rage nevertheless.
The trigger was that I was trying to do the right thing
and I couldn't, I couldn't because of some one being really inconsiderate
I saw it as my being punished because I didn't put myself first
because I am considerate I lost out
It has always been the case.
I am intuitive, it has taken me 40 years to accept that.
I think it means that in some situations I can be more aware of others than people think is possible. That at an early age I was compassionate, in a way the adults around me didn't understand. And therefore they didn't believe I could think or feel the way I did.
Good Friday
Volcanic rage
Christ - my Christ
my friend
my Lord
my lover
my hearts desire
my souls companion
my Saviour
crucified
crucified by my volcanic rage
crucified by the unrighteousness of things done to me
crucified by the unrighteous things I have done
Christ - my Christ
my friend
my Lord
my lover
my hearts desire
my souls companion
my Saviour
crucified
crucified by my volcanic rage
3 comments:
You know, neighbors are like trash. But, at least we can take out the trash when it stinks. The neighbors, we can't take out, especially when they fill the dustbin. Neighbors are enough to drive us nuts, but is it just the neighbors? Usually, when I pop, it's not the thing that just happened that made me rage...it's the last twelve things, especially the hidden stuff. You know.
yeah I know - it was simply the trigger!
WCoG,
You blow my mind!
I must stop reading this stuff at work - who cares about library stuff when my friend is writing such powerful and inspiring and mind blowing poetry!
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