The anger that breathes life

Migrainemuse
3 min readJan 10, 2022

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We possess anger within us. We keep it till we breathe our last.

It is an emotion that bursts with fiery energy and encompasess all that comes in its path. As the magma flows on the green land and melts the trees to burn into ashes; raging silently, fuming poison and hardening into a rock. The anger within embraces the gelatinous flesh and warm blood of the heart and hardens it into a mephitic sculpture.

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Anger is a state of self which hypnotizes oneself. Nothing can steer anger’s attention away. It evolves into a spectacular display of words, gestures and physical movement which attracts rapt attention.

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But now I need the anger.

I need the smashed trees, and the rocks,

and that dream I still remember. — Paul Zwieg.1967.Poem.Anger.

Anger the antagonist gives an elaborate performance. It carves out its own reason for sustenance and applause. It propels the erotic desire for quick change. It leaps forth out on streets, town halls and city squares. It serpents into political narratives and manipulates our thoughts via shackled television and radio. It embeds in our conversations. It envisages fragmentation of one’s faith and spreads its pigment in the colour of our skin.

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Anger cries out of the womb to enunciate its existence. It keeps slashing the noise of joy around it while the mother prepares to nourish its soul. Anger grows amid the laughter and chatter; under the watchful eye of love.

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Everybody needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone’s body.- Richard Siken

Our senses validate anger as the throne to rise upon. The power is indisputable. The aura is convincing. Anger radiates in lost lovers and kindles in envious glow amongst the betrothed. Love gives anger to the senses which reasons with the heart and eludes the mind. Anger does not stoop to battle. It strides in as the conqueror. It vanquishes desolation. It arouses ambition.

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Anger breathes its last when the joy to live has submitted. Fear and anger team up as hope fades away. Breathe. Convulse. Motion comes to rest. Anger has left the soul.

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Migrainemuse
Migrainemuse

Written by Migrainemuse

Sensory poet and writer. Watercolor Artist. Coffee, Tea, Books, Nature, Yoga, Sufis & Mystics, Japanese way of life. Reader of books and people.