The fire
II control my rage.
To this age.
I feel the fire.
I deflect it from becoming my desire.
Refuse to let the heat get higher.
No one seems to see.
The emotions that are rocking me.
I make peace, my way.
Let it guide my day
On my face will stay a smile
All the while
I control the desire.
To be the fire.
Yet the words of peace I speak.
Doesn't make me weak.
They steady the war drum that is my heart.
Keeps the rage and me apart.
Made it a habit to be kind.
I find.
Make my first reaction.
Not one of action.
I choose kindness over hate
I have seen the results of that fate.
A kind word spoken.
Hope the rage won't be awoken.
I control the beast within me.
But at times I embrace it, and set it free.
If the situation calls for fire.
I'll light that desire.
If words of peace strike. deaf ears.
I let go of my fears.
Release the rage.
You will want to turn that page.
I don't let it get to that stage.
Keep peace in my heart.
Kind word is how the conversation will start.
You will never know.
Because I will never show.
The crazy that I process.
I confess.
I sit here calm and collected.
Because it's kindness I have selected.
Emotions are tools
Hate is for fools
May love guide your way.
Keeps you calm through the day.
I seldom set that fire free.
So no one can see.
The flame that burns in me.
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