Dialogue between the angry and the patient
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“Shut the fuck up”
‘I need you to remind me why I'm loveable’
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“I will wrap my hands around your hair and throw you around this house”
‘Let me hug you until you can calm down’
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“Shut up! If you had just shut up you wouldn't have gotten it so bad”
“I dreamt of love in a yellow field on a blue summer evening,” Patience softly whispers.
“I dreamt of destroying you on a cool spring morn,” Anger cried. “No one just wakes up wanting to hurt someone.”
“Take responsibility for your loss, yourself, the pain,” Patience mourns, holding the anger until they beat patience black and blue.
“I love you. I forgive you. I dreamt of love on a cool summer—”
Black night full of red stars, a blur of a blue galaxy like a slice on a wrist hanging against the wall of space.
“Night full of blue sky, softly,” Black and blue said, as anger cried like a wounded cat, being cracked by the sun’s shadow.
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Well-wrought! "like the slice on a wrist hanging against the wall of space" is a startling, surreal image. However, I wonder why patience should need anger, of all the qualities, to prove it lovable. Also, I feel as if lovability and the ability to love are separate. We can work so hard to make our selves lovable, but not experience love despite being loved by many; yet we can experience love in such wise as to be indifferent to our own lovability, or what others think about us. So many modes and means!
Gosh this was so heartbreaking and intense with emotions! I loved the concept of anger and patience. I had to reread it to take more of it in. Loved your poem Merly!