anger does not mean hate.
two separate words with separate types of sharpness.
anger is an energy.
seeping from frustration
a repercussion of sadness
or an echo of disconnection.
it is the weight of powerlessness.
it comes as throbbing pain
dehydrated of humanity.
most experience true anger
have seen red flames,
felt power in their veins...
with focus anger transforms
spreads wings of resilience
but only after
the fuel of anger melts into an even liquid,
the purest form of passion-
(adjective): intense, driving, or overmastering feeling or conviction.
a strong and barely controllable emotion.
the weight of injustice and ignorance makes you feel
like erupting offensive gestures and sounds
painful rage charges tension into thick air - electricity under our skin.
and neutral faces stare blankly as if born the day before
closing what openness was there, to stay comfortable.
yes ‘Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools.’ - Albert Einstein, but
‘Postpone today’s anger for tomorrow’ - Tagalog saying
we hold our passion in a cocoon,
a delicate shell woven of intuitive light,
that takes silence to build.
resilience only becomes whole
when we patiently cradle the liquified energy, neutralize any trace of acidity-
anger, empathy, suffering,
allow them to fully blend,
ferment with understanding.
when our energy has matured into wine,
rich elegant and dizzying complexity in a glass,
each sip a loaded conversation,
a single drop will leave you stained and our presence unforgotten.