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 For some of us it
blows over as quickly as it happens, someone cuts you off at the
interstate and your furious for a few seconds and then it passes as your
day begins. For some it stays with them for a brief moment, just long
enough to remember what it felt like so they wont repeat whatever mistake
may have caused their anger.
But tell me this if you can. Where do you put the kind of anger that
festers after working 20 years and losing your pension to some rich ceo
and his minions. Where does a retired 67-year-old in Michigan put that
anger. Where do you release it and set it free. Tell me, where do you put
the anger that comes from a marriage so unrepairable that you wonder how
you ever came to love this person to begin with, this stranger.
I’m talking about the kind of anger that does not pass with a pep talk
from your pastor, or a walk around the block. No Sir, am talking about the
kind that knaws at your inside and yells from within for revenge or at
least a fair and honest resolution. But who said life was fair. Anger
teaches you that very quickly.
It is‚ not fair that your car got repossessed after only one week of late
payments, when you never missed the previous 43 payments. It is not fair;
when you step to your doorstep in the middle of the day to surprise your
partner for what you hope is a romantic gesture. Only to find that the
person you trust and share your life with, is at that very moment sharing
your bed with someone else. Tell me buddy where do you put that kind of
anger.
I really want to know, because so many people just say, "oh it will pass"
or " you will get over it in time". Well fuck time, I want mine now. I
want that bastard that cheated me out of my life savings to go to jail now
not 66 months from now. I want that decietful and unfaithful lover, to
know what it feels like the very moment you hear your own heart break in
two. I want to put the anger in a neat place and set it aside, I want to
do the right thing. But this little voice keeps saying " its not fair.
It’s not right". But then why do bad things happen to good people, so god
can have a good laugh.
Don’t get me wrong , I believe in God, it’s just that I know he must have
the wicked sense of humor of all eternity.
You do the right thing, you pay your taxes, and you raise your children
into adulthood, you love, and honor and obey your partner for years and
years. Guess what the month after your retirement party your diagnosed
with terminal cancer.
Now if that not a twisted sense of humor what is.
But where do we put the anger, the pain, the frustration, the fear, the
lonliness and heartache, that so many of us walk around with day to day to
day?
It doesn’t fit in my life, I checked no room under the bed, no spare
storage in the basement. I can’t ship it away. Can’t ignore it, because it
calls my name with such melancholy in the deepest of nites.
So I figure that the anger just becomes a part of you, like a second skin,
like a glove, your wear it reluctanlty but you carry it as best you can.
For those of you who have pondered on this question, find some solace in
belief that we are stronger than we realize and the anger can only
overcome us if we let it .
So where can you put the anger, set it aside right here thank you. Like
lady day sang, "good morning headache here you come again, why don’t you
just sit on down" |