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Tonight
I saw
What I could be
If I let my anger
Take me.
And it
Scares me
Big time.
To think
Within myself
The destructive energy
Resides.
Awaiting
To consume me
If I let it.
By expressing it
As external energy
Rather than
Internally
Like I do.
That burns like
A hot red poker taken
From the forge
Of ire
And applied
To the soul.
Burning the flesh
Away.
Until
Nothing remains
But scar tissue.
Something
I refuse
To let happen
By not walking
This path of Death.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Last Friday (March 11, 2016), I attend, the first meeting of my Male to Female support group, in over 2 years, at the 519 (a community centre that supports the LGBT+ community, in the greater Toronto area, located, in the heart of Toronto's Gay Village). During the meeting, I found myself, exposing the raw pain and anger, I have within myself, normally, have suppressed. It wasn't a pretty sight, to see.
As I refuse to let, either, my mother, or my brother, get away Scott-free, from the emotional and physical pain, they have caused, over the years.
