Anger

It’s not going to be pretty.

But, as the sage’s say “it is what it is”.

Waking up is a painful process,
it’s painful because
you’re waking up inside yourself
like being born
ripping skin
and blood
as the nave emerges
choking and caughing
and there is no one there to save
the mother
and so,
she dies
and the nave is alone
But centered
dripping with blood
and skin
and either way,
The mother needed to die
or else
she would have held
the nave
until he exploded within her
So instead
she yeilds
as mothers do.
And gives herself up for him.

What you don’t understand
What you
what you…

Why should I be mad at you
when it is I who have allowed you
and how confused you must be
as I strike out
at something that
for years
you’ve thought was harmless
good even…
and through the years
I have allowed
and allowed
and allowed
and allowed
And it’s no wonder I am angry
all the years of allowing
My god.

All the years of allowing!

My god.