anger and grief and some tea (poem)

I sit down with my old old anger,
I make it some tea,
I see it’s just a child,
maddened with grief.

And I sit with them long enough,
I let them cry in relief.

I say you don’t have to be angry (afraid) anymore,
you’re safe now,
just be.

— aristhought 🏳️‍🌈🌸 (@aristhought) July 20, 2020