Burning rage In the pit of my soul It is eating me alive
Life has lost its lustre Joy has been drained out Just the sinkhole of despair remains It is pulling me in
Fury but with no aim Anger but no target So the blows end up on me And the rage starts again
Locked in a cage With the key in my pocket Will I forget my slights? Will I release my soul?
Image of Waiting - 275/365 by Niklas Morberg, CC BY-NC 2.0
Glimpses of the Greater 
Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.
Just let it go.
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