I just don’t know where these moments of anger come from

maybe from marital disfunction
maybe from missing my kids
maybe from being in a place still new

as I walk
I see
as I see
I hear
as I hear
I listen
as I listen
I grow

yet these moments of anger still pant
from time to time
rarely voiced but always noticed
taken captive and made to bow

maybe that’s why I want to cry a lot