Outrage
Is a coat we choose to don
It is made of stiff hairs
And prickles
That are so uncomfortable
That we yell at someone else
“Take this thing off me!”
And we call it half a dozen other things
Which of course – confuses the message
And everything inside
Stays the same
So
We
Just
Keep
Yelling
Header photo: my husband and horse down the paddock, evening, taken awhile back. Serene.
I am tired of outrage
Outrage breeds outrage breeds outrage and you know what out rage is?
Rage on the outside
Where it pollutes everything it touches
And I am careful to walk around the prickly coat and not allow it to deposit itself on me as I say
There just needs to be less rage
There are so many beautiful things and people in this world for which to be grateful
And it feels like silk against the skin
The choice therefore I make with ease.
