Ms.Sheila

 Angry

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It is early morning. I hear the sound of your chair moving.....
and the creak of your footsteps as you walk by.
I think, 'Please do not open my door right now
.......not now.....I am not ready to begin my day
 with you yet. I still need time.'

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I am unable to begin today when I have not dealt with yesterday.
I cannot deal with your anger right now. I am unable to dismiss it.
 I can no longer excuse it. I cannot explain it, nor do I want to.
 I am finding it increasingly difficult to let it go or to ignore it.
Your anger encompasses everything around you and the
 spewing of your spiteful words permeates our home.
 Our peace is when you are not here.....sorry, but that is true.

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Why do you always allow your anger, of which there is much,
to overpower your goodness, of which there is also much?

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I cannot count the times that I have tried to reason with you,
 but to no avail. My heart would beg you to see the debris
that was left from your anger....but I no longer waste my words
 as you do not see and your ears are closed.
As you say, you feel so much better when you let it out,
for to you, your anger is trivial. Funny that you never asked how we feel.....

You have a cup that you must empty.....even when it is poison that you pour.

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In my youth with you, your anger made my heart turn away,
but I returned it to you and it has remained.
You have my love now and it will stay.
 I have never dismissed your goodness because of your anger.
 But you have paid an exceedingly high price as you have been
 denied what you have desired the most
from those around you......respect.

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