Anger.
Runs through my essence like hot coals.
Gifted to me by my fathers.
A friendly touch yet a heavy hand on your shoulder when it comes.
A decision that happens in a moment you cannot comprehend.
It can tear your soul to pieces.
Make a ruin of your life.
To lose love.
To drink it into submission.
To sit in a cell.
I will not forget the day I mastered the monster I call anger.
To shake that hand.
To make peace with one who destroyed you.
It can not be contained.
Bottled up.
Extinguished.
To find peace with the monster, you have to let it out.
Wrangle it.
Bring it in tight.
And control it.
Even the worst emotion can be conquered.
If you simply let it be your friend.
About the Creator
Brier
Im a drunk steel worker from Wisconsin that enjoys writing. Currently working on my first novel and doing some short stories in the mean time.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This hits hard in a grounded, honest way! That last line especially lands… calm after the storm energy. Making peace with the monster instead of pretending it isn’t there? That’s real strength. ✨