Anger haunted me,
like a late night rerun.
My Mother was angry,
my Father was angry.
I was angry.
Cursed,
with a short fuse.
My sharp,heartless words are
like a permanent marker,
on a brand new whiteboard.
I'd explode and then regret.
I'd explode and then forget.
Angry at myself and embarrassed,
I would cool down
but the damage was done.
Unerasable proof,
of my uncontrollable outrage,
in the eyes before me.
Like a stain on my favourite shirt,
or a damaged friendship,
a crippled relationship.
Trust broken,
unforgiving, unforgiven.
I've passed it on.
I can see it in their eyes,
in their actions
in their judgements.
Everything I haven't handled well,
I can see it in their eyes...
and it hurts.
I can't take it back
but I can let it go.
I can forgive myself.
I can repent
and transform.
Confess
and move on.
Confess
and move on.
Now with this new breath.
I can breathe in the joy,
that's in
and around me.
I can breathe out the guilt,
that's been trying,
to drown me.
I can breathe out the judgement
that puts down and damns.
And I can breathe in this love,
that accepts all,
that I am.