To be angry
Is to cut a moat
Set sail solo in a boat
Into the middle of a storm tossed ocean
To be angry at the world
Is to machine gun strife
That is trying to help you
To be angry at the world
Is to take an axe
To the trees
Sit in the clearing
Just how much you didn’t mean it
To be angry at the world is to blame
And blame is a canvas that splits
Trickling – instead of paint
No one stands in front and says
“What a pretty picture”
Blame is a separation
Anger holds the distance wide
And all the while
The human being suffers
Stuck deep inside
*A long time ago, we lived in town.
Next door was a big dog left on the chain constantly by its owner.
While the other dogs this fellow owned, were let off their chain – this one wasn’t.
I thought it grossly unfair but of course I didn’t say anything.
One week-end, I said I would look after the dogs while the owner was away.
Seeing animals on chains is distressing for me and I couldn’t wait to let this big dog go for a run.
I love dogs and have only come across two that couldn’t be reached by that love.
I was young
I leant down talking the gentle nonsense that humans use when conversing with dogs
As I went to release his clip, he growled murderously at me, his whole (huge) body vibrating with anger and violence
I hastily withdrew my hand, fed him instead, checked his water and didn’t attempt again, to set him free
Anger does that – in animals or humans
So before you go thinking you can save someone caught up in the cycle of anger
Check that they actually want to get off the chain
They will just bite your fingers
Anger is a step in the downward spiral – at this point, things may eventually turn around and begin to go upwards again, into the higher states of acceptance then love and gratitude etc
Or they spiral down into depression, apathy and misery
It’s an inside job
Bring the food
Fill the water dish
And wait for the storm to pass through
I was reading sadly on the week-end about the eldest daughter of Lisa Curry and Grant Kenny. She had died in hospital after a battle with alcohol and eating disorders.
This beautiful looking girl was only in her early 30’s
It is heartbreaking to watch someone we love stuck inside a cycle of anger or depression
Attempts at extraction from the outside leave crumpled bandaids and Panadol packets strewn along benches
Futile and never enough
People clip themselves to chains
We cannot set them free
It’s all we have
In the end
People have to help themselves