Anger (recovery and emotions)

It’s a bit like walking on a tightrope; everything’s in control until it isn’t anymore. Anger is a self promoting emotion- it wants to be felt and it wants to be destructive. Normally, I am the quiet one, sometimes people say I’d never hurt a fly. But we all feel emotion don’t we? Frustration and anger are very different things. Frustration is a feeling that is driven from confusion often a fear of things not working out the way you know they could. But anger is raw, tender emotion. It is something that feels alot like your body giving you a way of being heard, and to an extent it gives you a voice- even if it’s an alarmingly loud one. Anger is a breakage in the band that wraps around your internal filter and censorship. And when it breaks a wave of internal monologue turn into an external scream. These cascading waves crash and destroy anything in your pathway leaving you ashamed and sorry, desperate for the ability to turn back time.

Anger by Emma Cunningham


Poem: Poem for My Girl

Don’t doubt what you have,

An abyss of character and grace,

Your only doubts are from inside,

Holding you back, not letting you fly,


When I see you- I see a perfect

So perfect girl,

Someone who could love like a guardian

And fight

Like a gladiator.


I do not deny my imperfections,

A lilac sky next to your amber sun,

Humour me when I am not up to scratch,

But you still bite

When you think I’m wrong.


Your elbows are sharp,

So walkers beware,

But this girl mine

Will be someone someday.




By Emma Cunningham