On Anger

It comes so quickly,
It boils and simmers
And boils and simmers.
It waits in the dark,
It waits during twilight
It waits to come out and
Leave quicker than it
Has been around.
It leaves hurt in its wake
And stony, cold silences.
I wait for it to leave quietly
And inconspicuously.
I wait for it to dissipate
In the breathing in and
Breathing out that
My ancestors have prescribed
But it rarely ever does.
It is mine and mine alone
When it is on edge
It is mine and mine alone
When it manifests itself
In loud and intense decibels.
It is mine and mine alone.

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