Anger and Grief - A Poem

When i got under the rage, i was feeling a lot of grief and hurt, and i cried. As soon as he got it, the vuner, the realness, all his defences, hecu he his defences couldn't hold up. And we were able to talk, so he could see the impact of his anger. So i'm naming that because when we pause and come back to our own experience, we can get to the vulnerability that actually can begin to diffuse the situation. We become more of an integrated whole being when we re enter. A woman sent me this poem. She calls anger. It's never out of balance.