My anger lies in me
it claws at my entrails
my anger is huge
heavy as a whale
I let my anger go
wave it along
calm descends, my heart
now a billabong
The Wave and the Whale
John Malone
playful panda
My anger lies in me
it claws at my entrails
my anger is huge
heavy as a whale
I let my anger go
wave it along
calm descends, my heart
now a billabong
John Malone 
I’m glad you let it go –
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so am I, Beth; anger just festers and causes all sorts of illnesses
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You make it sound so easy. I am a little envious.
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you needn’t be: I held that anger for most of the day; only when I lay down to sleep did I realize it was eating away at me so I had to let it go — and unsurprisingly I felt much better, slept well and made up with my friend; anger is NO friend
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Anger never solves anything does it? Sometimes letting go is difficult though!
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You’re right, Hobbo. Anger is a primitive and ugly emotion. It is destructive of relationships. And it is hard to let it go. But one must, don’t you think?
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I love the shift in imagery from the struggle of the anger to the serenity of the billabong. Well done!
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thanks, though I think it happens all too swiftly; I have written a new poem on this poem,a rather savage one
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Beautiful! Tell me the secret to letting it go 😆 I love the imagery in this poem.
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amazingly simple really: I realized the angry thoughts were hurting me, clawing my insides so I stopped thinking them and entertained kind thoughts about my friend instead; it works. You just have to stay ‘stop’, this is making me ill
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Feels sad, your heart as billabong. Wonderful to drop the tail of the whale, but maybe find a stream for your heart to float down? Such a lovely heart, I imagine.
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I had to look up this poem; yes, all hearts are lovely till malformed by hate or anger —
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