The Masters of Our Soul
The Masters of our Soul
The environment is dark and troubling
There's a nagging subconscious presence in a fragile mind
It appears there's no help, no solution
We’re all alone, trying our best to survive
After years and years of irrational fear
We become tethered to a certain way of life
We’re at the mercy of emotional ignorance and misinformation
A behavioral pattern becomes established, causing an internal strife
As we move beyond the years of pain and shame
Anger and fear still resides
Learning how to observe and manage
Is our only hope to tame the beast inside
We’re wounded, but not defeated
Broken but not denied
The fearful hairless monkey
Can rise above to know the joy in living a fulfilled life
The past may have harmed the little child
But the lessons learned can be your best friend
Sometimes we become overly confident about the battle
Completely unaware the enemy is within
It matters not the past
Right now determines what the future holds
We have no control over our fate
However; we are the masters of our soul
Copyright © Kelly Hitchcock | Year Posted 2021
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