someone close to me
who shall remain blameless and nameless
would tell me in my youth
to get angry
when i could not lift it or fix it or figure it out
i would hear the words
"get angry at it"
(probably some folksy old saying from their parents time)
but i have surely learned
that the more angry i become
the less capable i am
the more weary and confused.
when impatience and anger begin to strangle me
nothing good actually comes from it
usually just venom and smoke
so I need to unlearn that peice of the past
and be free
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