Facing the other door

Sometimes anger comes easier
Less painful than feeling the hurt deeper inside

It’s a space between 2 doors,
Where I’m turning my back to the inner,
Facing the outer and yelling at her for staying shut.

It might be that I need a moment, to regroup or a hug
Anger can be way of touching base with fear,
An extra breath before I dive deeper.

I am here to gather ground
I’m not stuck
Just facing the other door
When it’s time,
I’ll turn around.

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