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A Ritual to Write to Each Other
August 29, 2018
When I feel greatest anger
Upon an injustice rendered to me,
I remember the stories:
Of heroes and mighty villains,
The great stomping and rocking of arenas
With applause –
Dragging me down into the abyss
Of brooding anger.
It stirs within my heart –
Consuming completely –
As I see another take all the glory
That is promised me.
Venom threatens to spill out –
A snake hissing and spewing
I see myself shouting,
Fangs bared, muscles straining.
Papers buffeted around the room by gusts
Like a cyclone of my seismic fury
The wind thickens –
I go red.
But then my chest calms
With fervent desire gone
I take my rightful place
And pick up my pen.
© Akash G., Coimbatore
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FluffMania BRONZE said...
on Sep. 8 2018 at 7:01 pm
I love the imagery in this! Writing truly is a powerful way to get those pesky negative emotions out without too much collateral damage.
I wrote this piece after I experienced what I felt at the time was a 'great injustice.' Upon reflection and after writing about it however, I realized it wasn't that big a deal. Seneca's words, 'we suffer more in imagination than in reality, rang true, and I believe there is no better way for me to prove that to myself than through writing. I used writing as a means of investigation here, to picture myself as I felt on the inside and then drop the facade; I was a boy, sitting as at his desk, in a small New England town, with pen in hand. Hence, a ritual to write to each other.