Where’s a Map?

Sometimes my frustration bubbles over and instead of containing it, I just have to let it go over the sides like a cliched waterfall. Anger foaming at the mouth of a rabid dog. No like rabid dogs. An army ready to attack my enemy or even myself at a moment’s notice.

Sometimes I’m frustrated without direction. Allowing anger to fuel every step forward. No looking back. Other times Im headed 2 miles north and turning left in 200 feet, 100 feet, 50 feet… Until I’ve reached a destination that no longer exists.

My anger subsides as guilt fights to regain control. I don’t have the right to feel this way. Must remain in control of my emotions. They’re meant to be stored in crates in the basement. Gathering dust as the years go on.

Today’s frustrations won’t matter tomorrow so maybe I’ll just let it subside with time.

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