I am hungry to know the truth about myself,
so I look at the anger,
Each of these is a friend in disguise,
pointing the way back home to myself.
If they were not ever there,
how would I know how to find
and the tenderness
of my unbroken heart?
I will not try to deny
nor will I try to smooth them over.
They are there for me as allies,
and I will take their hand
and accompany them
to the other side
of profound self-knowing.