Buried Anger

Triggered by a call-in radio program.

Thought

My days of anger

Had been resolved

About my abusive family.

 

And yet

Here I am

Writing about it

Again.

 

After being triggered

By a call-in radio show

About unreported rapes.

 

Feeling the need

To attack someone

Inflicting physical pain

For the abuse

I received from them.

 

Although

It's nothing like

I have experienced

With PTSD rage.

 

When I wanted

To kill my mom

And destroy her SUV

With whatever means

I had.

 

Where every second

The rage fueled upon itself

In an expedient manner

Scaring me

Unlike anything

I have experience.

 

This time

It's a cold anger

Which I can control

The direction of its target.

 

Will I continue

To experience

Such outbursts

In my life?

 

As I get further

Into my healing

Of myself.

 

Something

I need to know

To protect myself

And others

From it.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

The poem is a perfect expression of deep anger. A really strong piece.
A very minor grammatical thing -- expedient manner.

[therisa]

Thank you, KL, my spellchecker kept on changing expedient to expediently, on me.

[Lyn Anderson]

I hate it when it does that. If it does, don't assume the computer is right.

[therisa]

I know, to assume, makes an a*s out of you and me.

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i read it and feel very down. this piece give to reader feels of victims. it s very bad when these things happen . when parents hate own children and use them for own pleasure . i think this world went wrong. i myself have sometimes atack of uncontrol anger. it s horrible but i cannot help myself. but when i get older is not too often. it great write with strong message.

[therisa]

Thank you, Woodsman, for your supportive words and review. I was never raped, but my younger brother, physically and mentally abused me. Several times, he tried to kill me, by pushing me, down stairs, while my mom, mentally abused me.

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that s horrible . i dont know what should say on that. i was just abuse my mother where i was kid . she beat me down for any reason. when i was 16 i was on the run. and my relationship with my mother never health. this world is sometimes like hell .

[therisa]

Sad, but true, Woodsman.