In Hale
Some moments I seem to see
Some malice stalking me
I my sword unsheathe
I lash out at life
And perceived wrong seems so rife
I begin to seethe
I whine and then I shout
I let it all hang out
Like a baby begun to teethe
Until I finally recall
Through the fire of it all
As smoke begins to wreathe
I am the master of my heart
I will tell it to finish and to start
And take a moment just to breathe
We do at times lose perspective of how much we can control events…well said.
In through the nose and out through the mouth….
or is it the other way? Love it, Dan……. Yes, breathe! ~ Bobbie