All but Anger

            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

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