Standing in the kitchen I realized,
Anger was within me and motivating me.
I thought I’d worked through and removed it,
But all the time it was festering.
Current life justifies anger,
But not at the expense of bitterness taking root.
Not limited to cancer, family and goals delayed
Receive my unconscious wrath.
I’m living with demonettes I want gone,
They make impossible my attempts to grow and move on.
Yelling, calling me a bitch;
Picking sides in the face of blatant disrespect.
Not breathing, almost dying,
Losing my body, losing my memory;
Remembering how to write, struggling with the pen.
Marriage and love,
Sacrifice and change.
Grieving and dealing,
Loss and reality.
Wanting so much; facing a journey of an unknown length.
Forever, even, as the changes suggest.
New things arise at different times,
Each time I’m reminded anger is okay…but then what?