I’m scared that one day
I’ll forget what I’ve always been
so angry about–
then my life will no longer
have an explanation,
my behaviour won’t
have an excuse +
my character won’t
have a reason.
If I’m not angry then I’m no longer on fire.
I don’t want to let go of my anger.
It doesn’t eat me, it feeds me.
I need it, I thrive off it, it keeps me alight, it fuels the fight.
The day I stop being angry will be April 31st.
My pleasure. Great work
I agree, the insight in this took my breath away. Your writing is evolving even more and it was already superb
This is truly insightful.
The first part really struck me well. It’s a legitimate fear, fear of having no meaning
Thank you for reading! :)