A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

I do have one question.

If anger is a secondary emotion, 

why are you asking me to seek it?

I don’t need to hide

behind a secondary emotion. 

I’m prepared to paint with all the primaries.

Let us scatter them 

onto the floor:

                         the sadness, 

      the hurt, 

                                        the shame, 

  the fear,

name them, examine them, 

hold them up to the light,

place them under a microscope,

dissect them, and may this autopsy report

describe not the cause of death 

but the cause of life,

because I am determined

to expose them all and then burn them 

to the ground, in order to create

the ashes from which this phoenix

will rise.