Dear World,

I see now that my anger which once was my great protector, now is my captor. Here’s my story:

Anger wraps her roots around me.

Always looming
Threatening to pull me down if I don’t feed her.
Always suffocating

She pretends she’s my fan, as she picks my pocket.
If she were a drink, she would be Dark & Stormy.
If she were a lover…read more