It’s a lot harder in the moment,
Not to bite into that bitter apple of anger.
And all those little things, the mindless ones,
Are the hardest.
And I bite back,
When my fuse only warms.
But I know, anger’s clothes,
And I know to back away
And shut up.
Let it pass,
Honored, and brushed aside
By a wave
Like that of a persistent ocean
Anger will return on another wave,
But, in this moment,
Serenity is the order of the day.