Long-stemmed wine glasses hurled against walls.
Televisions thrown out windows.
Knuckles raked against brick walls,
pummeled against concrete.
We tell ourselves we can’t do such things.
Settle for scrubbing tubs.
Screaming into pillows.
Flailing around our living space
manically.
Keep appointments.
Go running.
Try to sit still.
Be quiet.
I dare you.
Jaws clenched
and no reasons
to point at
for your rising heart rate.
Some days are just meant
for destruction.
I’m so tired of building.
Of bending
when all I think I can do
is break.
Ruby Pipes 
“It’s just one of those days…”
I call them my angry days, when I’m just pissed at the world and waiting for any reason to start a fight. I do my best to “feel” it all though instead of repressing it like I used to…made me a VERY angry drunk, because that’s the only time I would let it out.
So I’d say it’s okay to break stuff…let yourself feel… Anger is natural, but if you can steer it or direct it vs using it to harm self or others… Examine the anger like an observer. Try to understand it. This too shall pass. ❤
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You’re totally right. It’s weird because I’ve been working really hard on examining my other emotions, but anger is just such a terrifying one. I just want it to go away! Haha.
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