Not so much poetry

Ok – it helped.
I am still in a somewhat foul mood – still a bit angry
but nowhere near the dangerous and withering heat of anger I had before.

I just needed to get some of it off my chest
it was hard to breathe with that elephant sitting on me.
This is a bit new for me – this talking when I am angry instead of just letting it hurt me in silence.
The best part?
No poetry will come of it.
They will never have another word of poetry from me – for any reason.
I will only write for the people who value me.
They are teaching me to value myself.