I’m so angry.
In the past, I would use my anger as energy to fuel my running. Running a few miles felt delicious, when I was so mad I could spit (or kick someone nasty in the teeth). But my achy body and I can’t run very fast or for very long these days, so I can’t turn my anger into speed. I’ve been looking for other options, for different way to turn my anger into something healthy. Since I want ideas from real people (I actually like), I’m here using our platform for personal research purposes. Despicable, I know. But what can I say? Anger makes me extra selfish ( and greedy for good poems and stories).
So, my dear poets and storytellers, for today’s optional prompt, I invite to write poetry or prose which explores anger as healthy fuel.
Please, add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant. 369 words maximum (excluding title). You may share old or new pieces of poetry or prose, write to the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other writers. Comment on their words.
next week, we’ll invite you to write about a perfect afternoon—either one you had or would like to have.
Thank you for hosting Magaly - wishing you good health - Jae
ReplyDeleteThanks so very much, Jae.
DeleteIt's not in my poem, but there's always my old favourite: bashing a pillow. Doesn't physically hurt anyone else, and usually not oneself either – though I am not sure what applies in your case. It works for me if I am very much enraged, because I can really go to town on the poor pillow. (No, it's not required often, but occasionally.)
ReplyDeleteYou just reminded me that my MIL made me an awesome Dammit Doll!
DeleteThank you, Megaly, for the prompt. A little anger adds a little spice...
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome.
DeleteAs a celiac auntie who fights crime (and the occasional fire), I get moments to practice but am not really in a position to *do* what worked for my husband on the cancer ward. He'd been active, an activist of various kinds, too and did not easily shift over into the passive mystical mode...but shift over he did. As a sick patient he had time to transcend anger and pray like a holy man. Who am I to try to explain what my Beloved Master finally managed to do in the last months of his life--except that we'd practiced together for years before that. As usual I'm not sure whether writing it out in "poem" form has produced something bordering on good or something very very bad. Anyway it has a shape that defines it as a poem, which makes it Bad Poetry (TM). It came out to 500 words, exactly, so it's too long for this link-up. Some day I may feel able to cut it down into a better poem; today I don't. It will be on my blog on Sunday morning, if anyone wants to read it.
ReplyDeleteI shall certainly take a look-see.
DeleteOh, Google...I'm not Anonymous, I'm Pris cilla King.
ReplyDeleteSigh.
DeletePerhaps I should also mention: no specifically Christian preaching. We were Christians, I still am, but when we started exploring "mindful meditation" we studied books by Thich Nhat Hanh and others. The language is eclectic.
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Meditation can be great help. I enjoy active meditation. And visualization, too.
DeleteThank you, Magaly, for hosting again. I have been playing catch up after a knee joint replaceent surgery. I hope your treatments are working, in the past you've had it pretty hard. I have a friend with skin cancer that invaded his skull into his brain. He is here again for a six week treatment at our M.D. Anderson Hospital. He showed me his skull put back on. They took a patch tablet size from his upper leg to transplant onto his taped down skull.
ReplyDeleteI liked writing for your prompt, I couldn't believe getting angry could be healthful. So I wrote the bad of getting angry. I don't think I've ever been angry, my feelings hurt sometimes very badly hurt. Never have the Mrs and I been angry with the other in all our 52 years. I was hurt very badly when my mean father but not angry. Suicide was on my plate, still is when I've been hurt.
Oh, Jim. I'm so sorry you've hurt. And even sorrier the one causing the hurting is someone who's supposed to protect you. I hope you've been talking to someone about suicide. We are here for you. You are not alone. None of us are. It's one of the things I love most about this space. Like you said, things have been difficult for me in the past and lately, too. But not being alone is a great help. We'll keep each other going...
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