Silent Fit of Rage

Silent Fit of Rage In a silent fit of rage, she sat still and soundless Evaluating each of her decisions and all that surrounds it Not a bit shaken or even surprised, to say the least She is all too familiar with betrayal and the scars it can leave She is a decorated warrior, no stranger to the battlefield She’s mended many wounds and been to great lengths to have them healed So once again on the threshold of new opposition She finds herself in a dilemma, just how should she handle this situation Her paths are copious, littered with an assortment of direction Surefooted she is not, she needs guidance and protection She goes to her Captain, her Commander in Chief, in prayer When she is looking for sound advice, she knows she’ll find it there Awells-2012