I wish we could all be given the gift
to extract the anger
from the pit of our stomachs.
I wish we could all be given the courage
to throw that fury out the window
transform that feeling
I wish we could see this transformation
in the sky
to a soaring wonderful
by the process
p.s. On Thursday I read a poem in Hopkins’ The You I’ve Never Known that wrote about anger so perfectly. Here, the main character battled the word, and the feeling, yet, also came to an understanding (ironically). Here’s to what I wish we could do with anger.