Anger

…is easier than sadness.

It empowers and gives focus.

It gives strength.

A false strength behind which the pain hides

and is all too eager to show its face when the strength

to be angry runs out.

Then all that is left is a weakness,

a powerlessness.

A body overcome by a thing

not easily shed.

Anger might give power. But in the face of sadness,

of pain, all power is lost.

Anger is fleeting, while sadness remains, heavy and wet,

a force all its own.