Literature
Surfacing Anger
Sometimes the sadness is buried away;
Like a long forgotten secret,
That cannot see the light of day.
As the flashbacks rush by,
And the memories flood back in biblical amounts,
An anger fills the essence of my soul.
All of the pain I suffered.
All of the transgressions I endured,
And forgave.
Releasing the pain like a soft feather in the wind.
This anger is dark.
Spiteful.
Dangerous like ice.
And what I want to do as my heart becomes intoxicated with my rage,
Despite knowing that it is absurdly wrong,
All I want to do
Is to give out my pain to others.
Like a virus,
Spread my agony to those around me.
This pain becoming my