I have an inner Beserker. She’s ready to set fire to villages, lay waste to bridges and shout her way through a crowd. When I experience injustice – or have been subject to bullying of some kind or any wrong doing – she starts banging on the door of my day. She wants to come in and start knocking heads.
I hear her in there now, warming up her shouting voice, striking matches to make sure they will light and exercising her axe swinging arms. I’ve been keeping a lid on her but at some point, she may just burst through the door.
The Hamlet Project 