It turns out that five is a hard year. Either that or we are doing something majorly wrong as parents? I hope it is the first option. Rages are a thing we are dealing with right now. Even this morning we battled. I cannot even remember what triggered the final showdown in the end, but it happened. When the prompt was ‘paint’ I immediately got a flash of an insidious black substance that coated everything while these rages were happening. Here is a poem of what it kind of what it feels like during an episode.
A brief pause, then
eruption. Small fists balled
in effortless rage. He
spews out words that
would never, should never
be said but for this
black, oozing paint
that taints, erodes, tarnishes.
…
Calm is not my colour. I
explode into shards of frustration
in response. Where is my
perspective? Where is my
compassion? I am
covered in tar.
…
When peace returns we
embrace, heave a spent sigh, wipe
tear-stained eyes. Wishing it could have,
we could have been
better.
The sludge begins to recede
we watch it trickle away,
waiting, watching for
our weakness.
I’m trying something new this month – #Write31Days with a talented community of other writers. We free write for five minutes each day guided by a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘paint’.
For more information on 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes, check out Christina Hubbard’s site!
