The Dark Side
My life is nothing like a song or a fairy tale that never goes wrong. I try my hardest
but my strength is growing weak. The weaker I am sometimes explains the hurt
and anger I feel. I don't want to go on, this can't be life? The anger takes over my
soul and body and as a result leaves my ora hot and bloody. Hot from all the
anger and despair. Bloody from all the cuts and wounds of many. While my heart
is cold and unwilling to let anyone enter I look for some healing from the right
direction. Healing which can cleanse my soul of all this hate, the hate which I
sometimes want forever. The uncontrollable emotions my be crazy and
surprising to many but with every breathe I hear a answer. That peaceful answer
which I need and yearn for but my mistakes I must learn from. A lesson that will
lead me to a healthy and happy place. That place doesn't allow weakness, hate,
or anger. My life's battles are not with those that try to hold me down for life's
foolish treasures. To each his own but my life is my treasure.
"Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools"
Ecc. 7:9
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