Dust, Behind

Feeling the anger, rage from within Just a feeling, passing by slowly Why do we hang onto anger? It just blows with the wind Into the distance unknown Why not in an instant forget? Like a shooting star passing Only to vanish To not put a crater into the earth And leave not but a scar in the soft ground Why let it cling to you? Break free from the hands The hands that hold you to revenge You owe not a thing to anger It has done nothing but cause pain, sorrow Just let it go Leave it in the dust behind you Buried, under your feet --- Note: This poem is meant to inspire. Not from my actual point of view but, from my deepest-inner-passive side.