For many years
I swallowed my anger.
Too much
blacked out.
Became afraid
denied a part of myself.
Anger split
like branches of a tree.
Rooted in shame
rooted in fear.
Branched in control
branched in being controlled.
Kept swallowing
unacceptable anger.
Until the day
I met a friend.
My friend’s name was
Anger.
My embrace
my acknowledgment of self.
Allowing my anger
purpose in my anger.
Passionate caring
In my anger.
Healthy expressions
of my anger.
Since 2 years old my symbol
of Anger.
Hulk Smash with courage, power, humbleness, vulnerability, openness, curiosity, playfulness, empathy, imagination and wisdom to embrace and get to know all aspects which reside inside of me.
Side note – swallowed anger might look like depression and many physical manifestations -autoimmune/gut/HPA-d/sleepless/cancer/thyroid and on it goes.