Before the lightning splits the sky,
Before the thunder rolls on high,
Before you name the flash a crime,
Or mock the storm out of its time,
Pause and look closer at the plain—
Ask not about the rage, but pain.
We see the jagged edge of steel,
The sudden way a soul can reel,
The roaring voice, the clenched-up hand,
The burning words we understand
As simply malice, loud and vain,
Ignoring where the fire began.
For anger is a armored shell,
A sentry at a guarded cell,
A screaming wall, a desperate shield,
The last defense upon the field,
Where someone fights, through wind and rain,
To keep from drowning in their pain.
So do not judge the bitter sound,
Or shattered glass upon the ground,
Until you search the deeper dark,
And find the cinder and the spark.
Beneath the fury, bruised and deep,
There lies a wound too vast to weep.
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A good write of how pain heightens irritation and may lead to its expression in anger. Understanding a person's pain would help in being nonjudgmental of their anger. Well explained and put to rhyme. Very nice my friend.
Thanks
I am a listener Friendship and have helped out many people just through listening.
Andy
Thank you, my friend, 🌹
Friendship, I needed this reminder today. Sometimes anger is the only thing people can get out. Powerful poem, dearest friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thankyou
I think in the western world we're constantly angry.
We get up angry, hear the news, anger. Train cancelled, more anger.
Then someone asks you how you're doing.
This is why I go to work in a tank with 25 pound shells.
I hear you, Paul
wholeheartedly agree, thanks for putting this into words! Definitely an emotionally intellegent approach to someone who is angry...one time a lady was angry at me but instead of judging i saw her pain and she felt peace afterwards due to my empathy... a fave
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