No Anchor For Rancour

Unmet expectations damage the dormant psyche, unkept promises smother the rays of fading hope, unkind words tear the lattice of the mangled mind, life then turns into an urn of fabricated resentment. The sane senses become the fast spreading wild fire, uncontrolled, it boils the blood of intrinsic pride, and as it flares up, it burns the gentle demeanor, left undoused, its spite blazes the bonding chords. As the bitterness smoke billows thick and intense, upset conscience loses the equilibrium and crashes, vile breath is charged with the acrimonious ashes, and the patient facade of restraint they deface. The discordant world and harsh times I take on, entice them to create the last straw to clutch, so, I don’t sink in the implacable stream of life, but sail to the serene sea on the boat of clemency. The sunburst horizon sheds gold dust on the sea, the hued dawn lifts a new day of promise for me. In unfurling sky on lilac wings the joyous clouds rise, on them with the rhythm of rhapsody my mind flies. On the beach of awareness the rapture waves roll, carry away my livid footprints to the depth of oblivion of the obscure sea with the uprooted anchor for rancour, as I perceive my sublime soul exult within a new me.