I seldom feel intense anger. I reason things through. Give empathetic understanding and grace. Usually. Tonight, I’m thinking about a recent dispute that enraged me. But through the beauty of using my words (!) and allowing anger to move through me, I didn’t have any residual consequences in my body from the experience. This is a good thing.
Because of a series of life experiences and inculcated training, anger has never been a particularly safe or comfortable emotion for me. I think I may declare myself well and truly able to express and release anger now. 🙂
The poem below is my expression of the experience.
Emotional arms swing wide in my thoughts to pummel your stupidity.
Rife with the arrogance of a butt-faced miscreant,
your sneer vapors violate me.
F bombs drop freely.
Rapid fire, laser-focused anger released with unreserved abandon.
Heart rate rapid.
Stomach in knotted splendor.
Shoulders bearing warrior weights.
And then I breathe.
Moving all the pent up then expressed
red-hot anger through and out.
Until we meet again anger …