I'm in lots of pain tonight, because I (shock!)
opened a window from a less-than-ideal angle. So I guess I'll get on the poetry bandwagon.
Rage fills my soul,
Hatred of this thing that won't let me DO!
Can't get it out -
Kicking, punching, running, jumping,
Dancing freely,
All forbidden long ago.
Absorb it deeply,
Push it down,
Make it into something else:
Acceptance, transcendence, wisdom,
A truce with my enemy.
Can it ever be?
Achey