well and well on

though there is a new-forming or latent developing well of anger rising in me occasionally, towards those with whom i was careless, with those who took even less care, i think my only response is humor. spontanteity of wit, thought, reflection, moving on towards healing and away from a conditioned responsed:
a happened
and now i must feel b
because i feel b, i am now c.
c i am c.

i think it's the only way upward and on.
forge on,
write on,
laugh on.

through the sadness and depths of self-inflicted trauma, it's the only way.
i think that this is why i've been drawn to barbra streisand, strong funny women who use wit as their weapon and don't let themselves be spoken for/claimed/maimed/ or any of it.

i'm a victim of my heart, all my own, ill itent led me astray,
laughter, light, and humour will lead the way.
song of the compass rose.
it's a sign of life.