And finally after 3 months of back breaking Rage, from stage left comes the source of all my drama. Raw skinned and trembling, paralyzed and wide-eyed, My fear takes focus.
I find that I can't be angry now. There is no resentment and my rage fades like a retreating storm. I feel sadness for this impoverished part of myself, this portion of me with skin so thin that even the movement of air is like knives.
When I was finished with this piece I found no righteous vindication but instead a strange compassion. I had thought the resolution of the quest to find the source of my Anger would find a villain to be defeated, but instead I find a victim. Already defeated, and in that defeat a circling whirlwind of misplaced energy. A leprous pariah to be given succor, relief, and healing.
{Digital images manipulated in Photoshop}
I find that I can't be angry now. There is no resentment and my rage fades like a retreating storm. I feel sadness for this impoverished part of myself, this portion of me with skin so thin that even the movement of air is like knives.
When I was finished with this piece I found no righteous vindication but instead a strange compassion. I had thought the resolution of the quest to find the source of my Anger would find a villain to be defeated, but instead I find a victim. Already defeated, and in that defeat a circling whirlwind of misplaced energy. A leprous pariah to be given succor, relief, and healing.
{Digital images manipulated in Photoshop}
