Anger, like poison, creeps up
through your veins.
It knows no boundary.
It moves through the heart, lungs, brain.
It knows not who the enemy is.
Anger, meant for the other, turns in on you.
Without weapons, it will maim and destroy.
Stop it dead in it’s tracks.
Transmute anger into forgiveness.
That, my friend, is your gift to you!
“Anger is one letter short of danger.”
memorylane46
