Plant a seed of anger
Bury it deep inside
Protect it, let no one know
Every night nurture it
Tend gently to its leaves
Resent
That’s the way to feed it
Remember
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)
