Wrath - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Wrath

All it takes is
One simple thing to
Incur her wrath—
The temerity to
Not follow her commands.
Mortally wounded,
She viciously lashes out at
Her perceived enemy.
It’s been this way for
As long as she can remember,
And she does nothing
To change it,
That would require insight,
Vulnerability.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer