So this happened today...

I Found a Closet Full of Rage

In the early hours of the morning
while I still lay in bed
pondering yesterday's difficult day
having to release an employee
whom I love
I came upon a closet tucked deep in my mind.

The door of the closet was closed
and busting at the seams
with anger and rage
knocking and screaming to get out.

My little self sat on an old oak floor
in front of the door
playing obliviously,
humming a silly tune.

I approached little me
and looked up at the door.
"Shall we let it out?"
I looked back to the floor
"Oh no. We must leave that.
Leave it be."

The door was bursting like a cartoon image.
As if Wile E. Coyote was there behind
spitting mad. With Acme TNT?
With each bang on the door
I saw thought bubbles
seeping out from the sides
With Kapow! Zam!
And #$%@ too.

"Let's let it out." And I approached the door.
Little me cowering behind my legs.
I reached for the knob
and like Pandora I opened the door
And let them flurry out.

The bubbles and beasts came rushing forth.
I got down low with little me
and we let them swirl around.
And as they swirled we noticed among them
tiny little hearts.

We breathed in the anger
big deep breaths
and let it snarl out our noses
like fire breathing dragons.

While the little hearts danced around.

The anger was good
The rage and hate.
So we breathed in more
and we snarled it back out.

And after we let it all out
it drifted away
And all that remained
of the difficult day
were the hearts.

 

Booble,

This beautiful poem made me cry! Thank you so much for writing it and for sharing it! My favorite part is above. Such beautiful imagery and it will stick with me. Really great. It will help me through the journey. I had a hard day and I love this. Thanks again!

 

Thank you, that is very kind of you.
All of that actually happened this morning. Yesterday I had to fire a woman who has worked with us for over 15 years. It's someone I love and care about very much. It was painful to do and thoughts about it kept popping up in the back of my head. I thought to myself if I don't ponder over the mixed emotions it's going to be like shoveling more shit onto the TMS pile.
I was awake but half asleep and didn't have pen and paper. What I do in those circumstances is I use my finger and pretend to write on my leg. I'm not sure why but the act of brain to hand to writing works better for me than just thinking in my head.
And what I wrote about regarding finding that closet is what happened!

When I started to write out what had happened I hadn't planned on formatting that way....that just kind of happened so I went with it.

 

That is a great idea! Yea, I think the act of “writing” even on your leg is what releases things. That is amazing. I love it!

I’m so sorry you had to let your friend go. That must have been horrible.