When I can finally let my anger go
I am wiped clean of all illusion.
I barely remember my name,
or what I was doing.
Perhaps this is anger's
greatest gift to me.
The empty space it leaves.
Not a "waiting to be filled" space
but a holy emptiness
whose stillness calms all fears
and leaves me with a
simple yearning for the truth.
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