When Anger Faced Me

March 25, 2012
By Lauralee GOLD, Kalamazoo, Michigan
Lauralee GOLD, Kalamazoo, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
“The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.” — Anaïs Nin


You said you were fine
But your facial features
Never failed to give away
The rocky emotions
You always tried to hide
I remember seeing
Anger print itself
On your hazel, green eyes
And I wondered if I
Could erase the worry
Sketched into your pale skin

You said you wanted to forget.

I scrambled for some
Coherent apology
As hate tumbled
From your full lips
But any forgiveness was
Misplaced when your bones
Froze beneath you
Rosy cheeks
You walked away
From me then
And I remember,
Your hair was a glorious
Shade of brown


The author's comments:
I wrote this in the perspective of anyone who has hurt me. This is what I imagine I look like when I am angry.

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