Anger and control

Anger - A white hot spear through my body

like a lance keening through me

So much so that focus is sharpened

Made clear and visible till the point of accuracy

Like a needle

Like a cross hair

and I draw it all within me

Gathering, collecting, hording

Like a secret knowldege

and unleashing it out

With unwavering focus and steady hands

Which don't give away

And at last comes the tiredness

Oh so blissed

With weary heart and feet and hands and mind

I ache for home

and my bed

and my books and reading in the night

My time, no thought for anything else

Like my dance..where I focus on me and my body

and I know it's working

Priorities..Like a bow

and arrow,need me to finish

And I cant take time off

To do what I want to do

To do what i wish to do.

Expecting and living..

Not receiving..never getting

But living, since I have survived

And will do so...One can't be petty

And endlessly, foolishly optimistic

One has done what needs to

But at the end...it's the knowing of when to bow down

And give up and move on to better people and better lifestyles

Coz what they take is everything and what they give you..is less than nothing

But you can always say no...NO..no and fold your hands

And be the stubborn child you are

:)