Anger finds always its reasons to be, <br />And sometimes may use a more powerful voice <br />Than it really possesses; as birds fluff their feathers <br />In mock-deadly duels, when choosing a mate. <br /> <br />But anger too, has it's own place and time, <br />Though it is made weak, by continual use; <br />Like the hand always lingers, over the Queen <br />Feinting the win, in a tired game of chess. <br /> <br />If you would choose rightly, which to forget <br />And which to lose sleep, while it plots it's revenge, <br />The kind of anger that's best not ignored: the kind <br />Says no word; counting all your heartbeats.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anger-finds-always-its-reasons-to-be/
