Disclaimer: I wrote this poem over two months ago, I believe on Valentine’s Day. During the months of February and March over the last five years, I have written color poems with third grade students. This year, I did not have that enrichment group with which to work. But, I was filled with emotion – the emotion that maybe only mothers have when we are trying to let our children fly out of the nest. I am happy to tell you that now I do not see the red described in the poem below – only the red of a heart filled with love & hope.
Red.
Today, I am seeing red.
No, it is not the red that is Valentine’s Day; the red of love.
Although, it is a mother’s love that forms the foundation of my concerns.
It is the red of anger.
Much time is spent being angry again,
stewing like a simmering pot of ripe tomatoes.
I know this is not good for me or anyone around me.
But, it is so. I am angry. I boil over.
Anger is the ill-conceived child of anxiety.
Things are done but more are left undone.
The talk is talked, but the walk is left un-walked.
You say you are ready to go but I do not see the signs of that being true.
Apathy, Lethargy, Blaming. Boredom.
Your way is different than mine. I get it. But, the
missed emails, missed-notifications, missed snail mail.
Alert me to a problem.
Is it you? Or has the institution made a snafu?
I want you to figure it out. I am trying so hard to let you.
Last night’s anxiety led to this morning’s anger.
Lack of sleep nourished the seeds of fear and doubt in my mind.
I am blamed for trying to help.
This, I do not understand. It makes my cheeks burn with heat.
Red.
I love this poem, I can really feel the emotion in it.
Alys
https://alysjournals.com
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Thanks so much!
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I’m sorry you are feeling so angry, but the writing that is resulting from this emotion is powerful!
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