There is a lot of anger in the world today. Anger, anxiety, depression, disappointment. Whether escalated by austerity, financial woes, politics, social interaction, social media interaction or a bad day, I can honestly say I’ve never seen so much.
Maybe it’s a condition of being the age that I am, and maybe it’s the transition from optimistic youth to trump old man.
Drugs apparently help. Or mindfulness. For me, its creativity.
There is an angry mountain
Where I like to go to rant
But halfway up my body aches
And I can barely pant.
But if I make the elevation
An achievement is my gain
And a sense of great elation
Overcomes my inner pain.
I then race down the rocky slope
As if I were a boy
My mind and soul refill with hope
And overflow with joy.