Tuesday, April 8, 2008

small

i am helpless in the face of your anger

misunderstood
its push is too strong
beating down

i've lost composure

inside
i am small-self again
hiding behind the sofa
rain-cheeked with forbidden tears

having learned long ago
i have no right to feel this way
no right at all

only wrong


rachel westfall
april 8, 2008

4 comments:

Kyddryn said...

I don't know if people fought around me when I was a child (I don't remember it, anyway) - but I have never liked the sound of shouting or slamming doors. I still wince and duck down when I hear them.

I never wanted to make people angry, when I was young - I feared that anger, the disapprobation. There are predators who can sense that weakness, and how they do hunt their prey.

Now? So what if you're angry? I am angry, too, and it's OK. We can be angry together in the same space and still be loved, be loving. I don't have to be the frightened little girl who feared anger more than the consequences of silent acquiescence. Neither do you, neither does anyone.

Shade and Sweetwater,
K

RachelW said...

Good thoughts, Kyddryn. Good thoughts. ~hugs~

zucchini-mike-peach nuts said...

I love this photo.
No anger. No fear.
Just peace. Much peace.
I love this photo. Thanks for sharing your love with the life of one of our fello creature's.
You are wonderful, just like your children - a gift for this ever changing world.

*Love & Light*
XXXOOO

RachelW said...

Photo courtesy of my dad... he has a knack for capturing those kinds of interactions, undetected with his camera.