Sensory Judgment of Anger
If anger was a color
I would paint it bright red
like a sour apple.
If anger was a taste
It would be just plain.
If anger was just a feeling
It would be as confusing as words that rhyme with orange.
If anger was a smell
It would be as awful as rotten garbage.
If anger was a sound
It would be as loud as a gun shot.
I am anger
but I’m dressed in normal looking clothes.
I need help
because I’m related to injustice.
I vacation in my room
so my job is to use a stress ball.
I desire calming skills.
Hold onto what is good
Even if it’s a long journey.
Hold on to your life
Even if it’s a hard thing to do.
Hold on to hope
Even if it’s like having a super power.
Hold on to your Spirit
Even if it’s like doing a back flip.
I ought to hold on to my intention
Even when I’m sad, or mad.
A Sense of Acceptance
If not knowing if I’m ever going to be adopted was a color
I would paint it blue
because that color makes me think of sadness,
If someone considering me for adoption was a feeling
It would be as excited as a dog playing fetch,
If living in a comforting family was a taste
It would be like eating yummy ice cream,
If someone choosing to adopt me was a smell
It would make the room fragrant like flowers.
If I were to finally go to a normal home,
It would sound like a parade echoing through my head all day.