It's Anger that Frightens Me

Let's talk about anger, RAGE. Because it is anger more elemental than grief that brings me down so low, to the edge of the abyss. Mind you, grief is no bowl of cherries, either.

It's the all-mighty, white-hot laser anger that cripples me, that makes me lose it, leads me to set loose my impatience on beloved Jim. That lets the rolling tide of resentment overwhelm my love. That makes me less than I am. That makes me a firestorm of immolated love.

It's crippling, the anger. The rage.

Because I am outraged by our fate. Because my love of Jim burns too much. Because Jim is half my life. He and I, together, make the one.