Is Not Forever
Many a wound, I felt,
from both, heart and mind.
Especially, when life has,
truly been, less than kind.
At the times, upon the verge of,
reaching an angry height.
During times, when those moments,
didn't even seem, really right.
Yet my endurance, has than grew,
for the future, I now see.
Sending my unyielding and,
unforgiving, anger, to be free.
Finally realizing, all that comes,
isn't prolonged, in any way.
That whatever turmoil, that truly comes,
will eventually, wither away.
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