My Burden

Anger too heavy to become words. Anger, an exhausting burden haunting my dreams fist flying in my sleep anger not satisfied voice never raised anger sitting in patience afraid of what it might do, what it might ruin. Anger shackled down by hope, that those words, those actions it so longs for, might set it free. Anger not satisfied, welling up in tears, that he cannot see. anger or grace, the war inside me.