This anger needs no absolution
or permission
It needs air to move
through my chest
it needs space to breathe
& space to rest

I was scared of my own anger for a long time. It felt like too powerful of an emotion, like if I were to engage with it, it would take over my whole body. What I found instead is that my anger wants to be known just as much as my joy does. I'm finding a softness, a tenderness. It wants to belong, to know that I'm listening, to know I love it.

poetry series
5.5”x8.5”
watercolor and embroidery thread on watercolor paper