Anger

Perhaps like paint anger fades with time

What was once red slides into blue

Like dipping your toes in a soothing tide

Letting the universal sky heal and love you –

For what you are – not for what you have done –

Or used to do

All feelings ebb and flow

Perhaps with time we forget what we were angry at

It just turns into the marks on your flesh

And they fade with time as well – become smooth as a pebble in your pocket

A ballast to hold on to

A map of your journey

Where no step is a mistake just all that you could do at that time

I see anger as a fleeing dragon

Watching it fly away with a smile.