Anger is a beautiful angel in armor that shines and gleams.
She comes to do battle for us
And take our pains and all the stings
Of devaluing statements made to come our way.

But if we turn her away,
There is nothing she can do.
She must allow the venom of the hurt to go into me and into you.
Then our anger angel must come deep inside,
Where she will burn night and day
Until she has burned the poison from our clay.

But inside us, she appears to us to be as ugly as sin,
Until we acknowledge her,
And make her beautiful,
And powerful again.

-jenn