Himself ~ Philip Brent Harris
I’m a better person because I learned again to feel,
by uncorking the bottle where all but anger lived.
poured myself a glass and drank it; I had to kneel
Poured onto the sands my emotions, truth sieved
New sea of my feelings; waves roll up and down,
some move gently and some rage as stormy seas.
And, though sometimes I feel that I might drown,
it’s not the tsunami of anger that lived inside me