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
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