Stories teach me that anger,
Anger that holds sleep hostage,
Is also my master.
A cruel, radical, uncompromising master,
But a master whose teaching is unfathomable.
Anger shows me that areas of friction with daily life,
Those haunting me from the other side of the night,
Scraping my soul and leaving me, once again
With all ragged words are streams of suffering
Where the ego comes to drink at night.
©FJ Nov 2021
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