Every small sound
Every large sound
And every reply you prepare
Spark a rage
I know it’s inappropriate
To be angry at someone
But I cannot find the mindfulness
So I sit in anger
I watch the rage
As if behind a two-way mirror
And I move away from it slowly
With my mental yellow legal pad full of notes on myself
Witnessing, it turns out, is enough to disarm rage
And, I take the arms of rage, to turn them around.
Again and again, I will practice fighting against rebel emotions
Until I find peace and cooperation
With logic, emotion, and dreams.
No one will die, or be held prisoner.
Let the flag of hope fly.