Anger and Me

Through life’s benevolence, I befriended Anger
A blessed gift from the heavens
Mere mortal was I till I met her,
Power was vested, and responsibility hence

Way worn was I till life needed refinement
A mere philosopher was I seeking nature’s stasis
Anger lived her life, with a smidgen of confinement
But her divine arms sought me a process of catharsis

While the world and our own minds portended
An unhealthy mix of mania and confusion
“Befriending Anger is one thing”, the saint extended,
“But seeking love is a voluptuous allusion”

“Is it not logical?” my inner voice retorted,
“Not a befitting conclusion to this state of bliss?
A sacred nuptial knot that my mind had invented?”
So I broached, a dubious endeavor sealed with a kiss

And then, as the story goes…
I swayed in Anger’s contention
An emotional ride, an ethical convention
A muted war ensued,
A clear reason was needed,
With not an ounce of pretension
A turbulence of the seas,
The lightning of her rage,
A tirade of her emotion
Seeking nothing but devotion

As I walked through the passage of time,
In quest for answers thus far, unrequited,
I tottered; I stumbled, in the puddle of slime,
Unenlightened was I, unkempt and unsolicited

Through Lord’s grace, I started observing
The joy of togetherness, a remedy for solitude
Passion, patience, regulation was up for serving
As I hungrily absorbed the basis of fortitude

And then, the story continues…
With renewed zeal, love, but the same intention
I entered the realm of reasoning and contention
The verbose war, unlike last time
Far too hurt were we to play mime
As love surfaced through the murky waters
Distrust was tucked away in forlorn quarters
And we fought the armies of Pain & Arrogance,
It helped to have Anger by my side, as she lanced
Our allies were Rage and Fury, indomitable
Under control we truly were just unconquerable

So as I stood and stared at the state of regression,
A note shoved in a seed dropped from the sky
Which evoked King Asoka’s pensive recalibration
"Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to Heaven", a Shakespeare quotation

“Is there a need,” I ruminated, “For a canonical remark?”
My duty henceforth is transcribed onto me
A helping hand, a salubrious candor so stark
“O Anger, please accept my apology to thee”

A soothing voice I shall maintain,
So Anger’s allies and enemies shall never return to her
Anger gave me a new life, a reason to sustain
Which I shall forever remember and how I befriended Anger