When does the tide of unreasonable anger
start boiling up inside you with terrible minded
Is it when you try to protect yourself from
mysterious contradictions of love, hate, and fear?
Is that when love, hate and fear dispatch themselves
into a single meaning?
Survival is stark, necessary and routine.
Outrage and grief will have to come later.
The contradictions after-all, may be
the clearest path to truth.
© 2011 DiAnne Ebejer
For my friends at Ambrosia; Reflections in Writing & Art who recently brought this little poem back to life once again.