I always thought
                  it was the things
                  in the world
                  that made me angry

                  Then, one day
                  in the kitchen
                  I stubbed my toe.
                  I was furious.

                  There was no one
                  around to blame;
                  nothing to yell at.

                  Only myself
                  and the villain, anger
                  who had stepped
                  out of his inner box.

                  Is this what
                  the sage meant, when
                  he said,
                  the inner war is inside?

                  Now I know
                  who my enemy is;
                  he’s no longer
                  out there.