~ Anger is like fire. It burns all clean. –Maya Angelou~
Though it was not an emotion
I previously knew.
To foam at the mouth and feel unbelievable,
If I had one moment with you,
I would more than gladly remove life,
From your eyes, the air from your lungs.
I have struggled with injurious effort
To move past your cruelty,
To turn the page. To burn away this rage.
fed off of this HATE.
I loathe you. Hope you know, smell…
The depths of Hell.
My son, inflicted by your inhuman hands,
become grievous HATE.
My son bruised, by you…
A monster. Undeserving of being.
But now, my beautiful son healing…
I must heal…
Release what binds me, hurts me so.
I must learn to
release this HATE.
My son: my healing light is for you.
© bipolarmuse 2012