The words poured

Words poured from my mouth though I never set them free 

I could not catch them as they sprang forth jumbled and misspoken

Fragmented thoughts expressed through a fog of anger and confusion

A damaged child feeling chastised and set aside 

She was sent away crying....brokenhearted

Tears for breakfast and hurt feelings for the day

I cried aloud attempting to clarify myelf

It only sounded sad and frantic 

Those angry words unretrievable

The truth of the words that I spoke with anger

Eluded her, confounded her and hurt her 

The shadow of my own fear spread out before me

Engulfed in a haze unable to see clearly....the feelings of flight and fight in conflict

Overwhelmed....I had lost myself once more and fallen down hitting hard

Upon the frozen ground of regret and self doubt

Still I could  see it all around me

That heartless anger that had stabbed outward

It raised an awful chasm 

Between love and understanding

I sat there in a stupor

Upon the throne that I had built of angry feelings 

Sorrow and regret filled my mind

I could not abide my actions and I was distraught at the thought of my childs cofusion and dismay

Choking on my heart, I fell to the floor the room turning red

There air became thick and heavy, hard to breathe

I felt faint and heavy....trapped

Nothing good could be found when I looked at myself

All I was able to do was stand there and bleed....my feelings pouring from me

I made a sad plea for understanding to the Heavens.... silence followed

There was no acknowledgement nor respite there for me

To be a child feeling unworthy of equality and understanding

A feeling of lonely isolation in their spirit

Downtrodden the heart fragile and angst ridden the both of us looking toward that moment of reconciliation

Forgiveness paramount to me and my love for her my child's desire

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is about yelling at my daughter some time ago and the anguish it brought me and my empathy for her.

I could hardly stand it until I made things right with her. She is my hearts joy.

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I believe venting is a good

I believe venting is a good thing if it doesn't impair a person's ability to do it in a controlled manner. There will always be words said in anger. It depends upon the person. There are some orators who becone very emotional during a speech...however, they have an awareness of their passion and have limits set on the escalation points they reach during a speech. Uncontrolled anger is different. 

 

Your words inspire awareness of this fact, and brings an important aspect of communication of feelings to light. Thank you!!! Please keep writing.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "