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.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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