After the Fire

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Poets and Storytellers United

Friday Writings: 182: Anger As (Healthy) Fuel 

LA Burning 3 - edition 2/40 by Linda Lyke, in author's collection 

My fury burns hot,

leaving nothing but ash

blown off by my searing breath.


That is you, the ash,

whisked away from my life,

I’m all the better for it.


©2025 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved  


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  1. JimJune 20, 2025 at 11:57 AM

    So true, Lisa. Also I believe "life goes on." Personally, I get hurt instead of having anger. Probably a BTW, Mrs Jim and I have never been angry at the other, nor hurt badly. We've been been married 52 years. I was very hurt when my ex dumped me for one of her students. Their marriage did not last a year, I was glad of that for our children's sake.
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  2. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 20, 2025 at 7:21 PM

    Well said!

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  3. IntelliblogJune 21, 2025 at 12:04 AM

    That's a red-hot anger that has drastic and effective results! Bravo!

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