Dangerous is the Color of My Anger
here I am again
having to put on the
body armor
yet again
before I travel outside myself
lest the slings and arrows catch me
unaware
and I become foolish
do not be misled
I am a pacifist not because
I am good
or because I walk
such a superior path –
far from it
I am a pacifist
(more accurately
an aspiring one
or better a lapsed one)
because I know oh-so-well
the violence
that dwells
within me
and I would not
do you harm
weapons are bad things
in the wrong
hands
(are there any
right ones?)
mine are most definitely
the wrong hands
my weapons are words
and I know how to use them
with the precision of a surgeon
and the detachment of a serial killer
I continue to wrestle
the angry monster
and she is me
thus far does the weaponry
remain safely in the armory
of my mind
sore provoked,
I withdraw
into silence –
the only safe space
I know to protect
you from me –
and ponder
first things –
important things –
God things –
and recall not
who I am
but who I am
called to be
it will have to do
Shoot your anger-powered weapons at god...then like in the gaza strip you may be ready for a truce....
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