Virgin To.....

I saw what it did to people
How it made them cruel, harsh
How their faces would change
How the eyes became inflamed with ego
How the words emerging from their mouths would never be able to be taken back after being launched
Forever they would lodge in someone's heart,soul or mind.

I saw the satanic power of this force
How it rendered decent people into soulless beings whose only purpose was to win at any cost.
I saw how respect and love died in those moments of rage never to be fully resurrected again.

But, more than that, I saw how intangible words wounded relationships and memories.
The extent and gravity of which the enraged will never know or fathom.

Maybe that's why I chose to be a virgin to anger. I never felt anger. Maybe sad, maybe wronged, disillusioned, maybe hurt but never angry.

For anger also protects you.
It catalyzes you to act, to react, to speak up for your humanness, to establish boundaries.

Maybe that was my virtue and my vice
My strength and my weakness that I only let anger flirt with me. I let it caress me for a bit but I never allowed it within me......