A Spectrum of Emotion
Morning clouds hang heavy,
matching the weight of my heart.
Both mournful.
Neither carries light—
not even a dying ember.
I don’t understand why.
All good news.
Medical tests.
No angry words from a neighbor.
Still—
she crossed the threshold,
physically, emotionally,
bringing rage and accusation
into my home, my studio—
sacred to me.
Others called the police.
I did not.
I pray for the pain beneath her rage.
Still,
violent thoughts rise.
Shame visits.
Guilt. Remorse.
Tears.
I am Rumi’s guest house—
without welcome.
This rage
is not the world’s,
not hers.
It is mine.
Anger at myself.
I forgot I was human.
Flawed.
Sometimes beautifully;
sometimes not.
Here is what I know:
This week
I saw naked truths and raged.
Anger passed.
I love the day ahead again.
This heart softens.
What have I written?
nothing
just rough notations
on one cold morning in March
About the Art
Title: ‘A Spectrum of Emotion’
Copyright: 2026
Artist: Lee Anne Morgan







Unsettled words in this unsettled time, a perfect mirror to your posted artwork! Bravo!
Beautiful! Story is established but unclear, very much like emotions. Well done!