The posings of a poet.

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


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2 thoughts on “In Hale

  1. We do at times lose perspective of how much we can control events…well said.

  2. In through the nose and out through the mouth…. 😉 or is it the other way? Love it, Dan……. Yes, breathe! ~ Bobbie

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