Anger is reassurance,

Like hiding under the covers when everything is dark.

Anger comforts me, cuddles me, cradles me.

Like the swaying of the boat in the middle of the ocean.

And yes, I wish it wasn’t like that anymore.

That these feelings, pain and sadness, would not turn to anger.

It’s easy though, I must admit, when the cheeks are red and not white.

When the movements are fast and not slow.

And my head is spinning,

And my hands are shaking,

Legs like flags in an angry sky.