Therapy Bits

Hi. I am Liz. I just wrote this. I used to always be super angry, but I’ve worked hard in therapy, and now I have other emotions, not just anger.

This is my poem. I hope you enjoy it.

Anger, written by Liz, age 25

Anger, you keep me alive

Anger, quiet voice inside

Listen, validate and thrive

Power and hope coincide

Second cousin to sadness

Husband of madness

Father of betrayal

Friend of prevail

Quiet ember knows

Hurt and pain must go

Powers her to take a stance

No more second chance

Reminder to protect

Build and reconstruct

Keeps her spirit going

Don’t allow wrong doing

Thank you, guiding anger

No longer a stranger

I see what you did there

Can’t ignore; must prepare

Gentle friend

Till the end

Helped me; removing blame

Confront them; it’s their shame

Understanding you more

Healing light each day

Anger keeps score

Listen, feel, and say

Quiet anger; propeller of speak

No longer voiceless and weak

Thank you for being there

We’re armored and prepared

Your anger is different than theirs

No threats and hurts; but loving cares

There for the ones with their clipped wings

Mending them to fly; no evil stings