When my anger rises up, I  
play tapes in my head, masterful

dissertations that would convince you 
how wrong you are, how foolish the 

rejection of our bond that you have chosen,
the pain I bear because you are silent.

When I open my mouth
to speak these words of anger 

like Balaam who was hired to curse
an Angel sits upon my lips

I can only speak of love and longing,
only blessings flow from my broken heart.




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