Bitter Root

Plant a seed of anger
Bury it deep inside
Protect it, let no one know
Every night nurture it
Tend gently to its leaves

That’s the way to feed it
Never, ever forget
Let its poison flow through you

The plant begins to grow
Coiling out from the heart
Its tendrils reach out and grasp your arms
And weaves gently round your torso

For a while you indulge in its fragrance
Breathing in its scented fumes
But then you begin to realise
It’s poisoning the atmosphere
Slowly choking out all joy

It is taking root

The plant turns ashen grey
And constricts on itself
The sickly grey begins to morph
Into cold, cruel metal
Into cold, cruel chains

“In your anger do not sin: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry.” Ephesians 4:24 (NIV)


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