Anger quietly resides amidst sorrow, pushing to be heard, wanting to be expressed outwardly.
Yet, it is being held captive for now, because the fear of facing it is much too great.
Silently, it sits in a corner of a mind's heart.
Maybe one day it will be allowed to come into it's own, in order to dissipate from inner life forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem