My Anger is a Beacon Back Into True Power
My anger is my power gone awry
It is my aborted fight response
asking for a replay,
it is my soul’s foray
out of freeze mode
Anger is my three-year old self
wanting to be seen and heard,
wanting to know she matters.
It is my portal inward
to my fear and pain
to my unmet needs
My anger is my power gone awry
My desire to right past wrongs
my reactive attempt to protect
the preciousness of my heart
It is my yappy dog barking
at any and every intruder
trying to feel bigger
from this small, defended place.
As I learn to befriend my anger
let go of its trigger,
stay with the flutter
in my belly
and the ache in my heart,
I am learning that my power
cannot be taken away
or given to me,
that in finding my center
from within
it becomes safe for me
to trust and surrender
once again.
For there is
nothing to defend
nothing to prove
nothing to hide
no need to fight
justify or blame.
No need for shame.
There is nothing
but what is
in this moment –
an opening
into compassion.
My anger
is my beacon
back into true power
that knows no opposite