I wish I can say I’ve given up being angry;
unfortunately the nasty monster
just comes out of nowhere.
That is until I can regain the common sense
to calm down that little critter.
My theory is you can’t have peace
if you’re feeding that tiger,
so I try my best to coax
the positivity feelings out little by little,
having them show themselves
like a short shadow early in spring,
having the faith that one day
I take notice of the shadow.
She is strong, sturdy, moving forward
alongside me, not dragging me down.
After all, nothing including energy can occupy
the same space at the same time.
With peace there is love, a kind of happy,
a calmness within.
No room for the others.