The caller

Anger is an energy trying to save you.
It shouts down the quavering voice of fear
assuming incorrectly it is stronger
as the loudest tend to.
Fear, like her sister Silence,
descends heavily in the space between us
like a crystal cloche on a small flame,
yet it is also fragile enough to disappear
when you speak its name aloud.
Fear and Anger are but Grief’s calling card –
two sides, two dimensions.
But Grief is at the door, in the flesh,
waiting to be allowed in.