"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Anger's Snarling Fingers

Anger you wrap your snarling fingers
Around me turning me into a shrew
Bitterness pours from my lips
Poisoning the air with my harping
My own ears tire at the sound of my voice

I have a list of my reasons for outrage
Thumb tacked to my memory
Obscuring the teaching
To be angry and sin not

I must find a way to forgive
Resentment a cancer destroying
The integrity I once possessed
I pray I can take baby steps
The first being to keep my mouth shut


© Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess , AllRightsReserved.

Designed by ScreenWritersArena