The Listening Space

The anger that comes up is a liberating force.  We feel that something is blocked in the space.  This energy has something to say.~Thomas Hübl

It happened today and I noticed
behind my firewall
the flush and my temperature rising
this unfamiliar call.

My mind said hush and in a rush
ticked off the reasons why:
an accident, she didn’t mean
it’s all my fault, I was too green,
such a small thing, get over it.

Suddenly, I see inside
my cast-iron cauldron’s depths—
created once upon a time
when silence meant survival—

I sizzle.

Calling up the days when rage
meant instant punishment
and cold intent to root it out.
A watched pot never boils.

I learned to hide it well, even
from me. Whence comes this newfound strength
to stand and speak the words
(couched in the past, I’m new at this)

I was furious.

Growling, the dragon’s curling
such a long and twisted tail
—surely she hates my guts for this,
the dread of discord turned me pale
but that was yesterday.

Anger
acknowledged zings and zips
through my awakened cells.
Behold, the dragon stirs.

I’ve tapped into the well
trapped in time, uncoiling now.
Break the spell, I’m in the flow.

Life is not nice and
yes, I’ll bite
even the hand that feeds me.

Inspired by: Dragon, Behold, Firewall and Flow.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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