Anger is the second stage of grief After denial Day after day she woke up Feeling underwater Stuck in a surreal ocean Filled with strange fish And sad news stories And then came anger A hot boiling current That had been building For years before this And in this strange fluid grief We flow between these states Of anger and denial And in our denial Forget why we are angry We are so angry And divided From each other From ourselves And divided, we fall apart inside Crumbling back into grief On Friday After an angry Thursday And somewhere in that grief Of losing her home Miriam took what instruments she had And crying hosanna she ran into her yard Banging away at her pots and pans She dances with her anger Hosanna, hosanna It will be okay, it will be okay
Categories: Poetry
