Getting Out Of My Own Way

It’s only been eleven months, just one month shy a year

My “mustard seed” of little faith had balanced out my fear

The riptides of anxiety were drowning me in doubt

“Please,” I’d always plead with God, His compass guides me out

He “gifted” me a Ride-share gig to work on where I’m weak

Thirty thousand rides to help me, “Turn the other cheek”

So yes, these taught me patience, it just wasn’t overnight

Rude people tend to set me off, another verbal fight

The lessons I was meant to learn my temper would annul

Détente was my objective as I battled self-control

Since any step placed forward meant another taken back

I need for sure a respite in this area of lack

Why couldn’t I forbid myself from getting overheated

Acting like a madman when I feel I’ve been mistreated

“I’ll quell the waves of attitude before they come ashore”

This became my marching orders sailing off to war

While opening the presents I received this Christmas Day

There came a revelation in a “Merry Christmas” way

I heard within an inner voice, a whisper given me

“Composure’ is My present for the man you want to be”