Anger sits in my soul
in every crevice
and around every corner…
it lurks.
It lurks,
and it eats.
It eats away at the lining of my stomach
it eats away at my rib cage.
Its only goal
is to devour me.
Piece by piece
and little by little,
I will tarnish.
I will go.
but I wonder….
if only I were to honor her
the hurt that has become of her.
Maybe if I sit a little longer
to take a look at her
and memorize her face.
Line by line,
wrinkle by wrinkle.
To count each freckle on her body
and make a map out of them.
You see,
anger is an emotion.
But…. the one inside of me
has a name….
and she has a right to her name.
Her name is Kaitlin.
She’s just a young child who wants to feel safe.
Maybe the anger we feel;
the anger that eats us alive-
is just our inner child begging us
to be seen
to be felt
and to be heard.
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