Do you know how hard life is? ? Do you want to know what keeps me going through this opaque life of mine? ? ANGER. Pure, unadulterated Anger.
Anger is one of our lives natural insulators. It is also an electrified energy we hoard.
It keeps us protected, keeps us alive and this Celtic heart of mine, it beats like a war drum.
Anger prevents life and all its negativity from getting too close.
What if I went and got myself healed? fixed? Would anger just leave me? Then my bright glowing light would burn out. And then I would fade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem