I spent a day with anger who told me her real name was grief
I spent a day with grief and uncovered the horrors she had seen
We talked for hours about the stolen things
like innocence, happiness and belief
We compared our scars visible and invisible
Our armor tattered and swords unsheathed
talking about battles fought
and the losses that had stained us hidden underneath
Grief told me that anger was a mask to keep people at bay
Anger was a protection that helped shield the hurt
She was fierce and unaffected by the bruises beneath her shirt
I spent a day with anger and grief
at the end we walked to the mirror
all I saw was me.
About the Creator
Roxy Wolf
Hello! My pen-name for this is Roxy Wolf. Not using my real name due to personal reasons. One day that may change. This is part of my journey to healing & learning to use my voice. I hope this helps others know they're not alone.
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