Anger rose like a bear
growing to its full height,
growling into the trees,
massive arms outspread.
It has been years
since I manifested him;
my meds, like dogs,
keeping him at bay.
Yet, a small thing,
no more than a stone,
easily ignored—
was enough:
he flowed through me,
the adrenaline surged;
my face flushed;
my jaw clinched.
Anger swirled around me,
like a vibration of bees
migrating slowly
across an open field.
I watched it unfold
through me, as easily
as when a child
I watched him shift
from himself into fear.
But I could not run
from myself as easily
as from him. So, I let it
pass. I stood still listening
to silence, and it dissipated
like waves on a beach
chased along by sand pipers.
(April 8, 2022)
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