I Have Been Abused

This isn't a poem, but I felt the need to write it in this format to reflect how choppy my feelings get when my mind is where its at this moment.

Sometimes I get angry.
The anger starts in my belly.
It works its way up to my throat,
Expanding,
Until the pressure is so tight I hardly feel as though I can breathe.

I take deep breaths.
And slowly feel my chest rise and fall.
I watch it repeat this pattern, until I'm reminded that I'm still alive
And that my life is important.

I keep breathing slowly,
In and out.
Until I'm reminded that my anger isn't worth much.
I have to channel it toward something positive.
I have to continue living my life.

Breathing, in and out.
Deeply.
*deep breath*
And the anger floats away.