The last bit

is the hardest to let go

I didn't know I was holding so much in

***

Turns out it was love

I was withholding

"What am I angry for?" -

I asked

"I'd like to be seen

for how much I do 

every day", -

I said, in red

And I went to her

asking to see me

Beautifully she told me

about how I weave and hold

My anger left

I'm here in peace. And love

again