I once knew a person who seemed angry all the time.
I did not know the reason--couldn’t figure out the rhyme.
I never knew why she allowed her anger to surround her
Why she was unable to escape the jungle anger built around her.
I imagine she thought she was in control of the feelings she attained
She did not understand that her anger held the reins.
She was engulfed in anger every day, it was like a cloak upon her back
It weighed her down, it darkened her mood--it transformed her world to black.
I wanted to express my wish for her but I knew that she would scoff
I wanted to tell her how life would be better if she took that cloak of anger off.
I wanted to tell her she could start tomorrow--with the coming of the dawn
To remove that cloak of anger and never again put it on.
But I didn’t, I never said those words, never found a way into her heart
And I haven’t seen her in many years as lives sometimes drift apart.
I hope she finally found the reason, I hope she figured out the rhyme
That life’s too short and too wonderful to be angry all the time.
Sometimes we are our own worst enemies when we build jungles that surround us
If we only took the time to change--the evolution would astound us.
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