Vulnerability

I notice my own aggression and how the anger is running the show.

My claws are out and my tongue is sharp.

I’m too good, too harsh, too hard with my words, the anger is too dammed up for them not to hurt.

And you can be sure that the same hurt they cause you is the same as I carry inside myself.

With a little bit of presence, perspective and consciousness,

which I don’t have when I’m too angry

I slowly manage to admit to myself that I feel vulnerable

and that the uncertainty you reminded me of is eating me up from the inside.