Grief is ice.
Anger is fire.
Fear is boiling oil.
Aging is a slow death.
Maybe it doesn’t matter.
Why do I care;
I ask for clarity and energy.
What matters is you.
Just be happy.
These are mole hills, not mountains.
Can’t bring back love.
Can’t fix everything.
Can’t worry about recognition.
Can’t worry about inequity.
It’s not important.
It’s their blindness.
Just be grateful.
What makes me angry?
Am I letting go of the past?
Another shell breaks open for new life.
Growth emerges after fire.
I recall in times of despair, they said, why aren’t you angry?
I held it in selfishly. I couldn’t speak or cry out.
Why would it matter. Really.
If I shouted and screamed.
As much as I tried, I couldn’t.
I beg, please lift this darkness.
There’s too much to do other than what I’m supposed to do.
There’s too much loss with more on the way.
Is this life? Am I wrong to be concerned?
I’m angry and sad.
I’m ready to let go of it. But how?
It doesn’t end.
You counted the Mala beads.
This is a process. Just be patient. You did ask for this.
Seeking forgiveness in all lifetimes
Seeking gratitude in all lifetimes
Letting go of anger in all lifetimes
Healing curses in all lifetimes
Curing pain in all lifetimes
Seeking grace in all lifetimes
These are all gifts
You chose to release the shadows.
Like the sun is inside of me
A blazing fire
I scream to the deaf.
It’s a cleansing
With the Light.
And so it is.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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