In the storm of emotions
Without judgment, we choose
To calm the sea of anger
That rudely whips the soul
Not shy away, nor fight
But soothe, listening intently
"Why are you angry?" we wisely ask
Opening the tightly locked door of the heart
Wise words form a bridge
Between the darkness and the light of wisdom
"Listen," the whisper of the heart says
Accompanying the steps in silence
After the ripples of anger have subsided
In the pause of time, you say
I am here, for you, to bring peace,
Together we find a way out
In the embrace of time, we understand
That every anger has a story
And patiently, with love
We face it, without having to pretend
About the Creator
Emil indw
I always use the people around me as inspiration in my writing. They will be special people if you know how to write about them.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (4)
So many bad decisions made in anger and regretted after. Great advice.
This is great advice, I absolutely agree.
So true, every anger does have a story. Loved your poem!
I liked it very much Emil!