A Chosen Reformation Poem by rob cook

The uncontrollable anger that vents like water through a wide funnel.
The heightened sense of strength and enhancement of my senses,
Followed by the intense pain in my chest and neck.
Why is this ridiculous, rueful, rabid rage coming over me?
Is it the way i was made, or am i a product of my father?
No, i won't be like him and bring pain to those so close to me.
No, i won't ruin my life, hurt people, or push people away.
I WILL be the antithesis, i WILL choose the higher ground.
I will not let my anger problem transform me into the man i loathe most.
I will become something more, something better.
Something admirable.