anger
it can simmer or volcanically erupt
in either light, i diminish a little
for that crack of my frail personality
is nothing to take pride in
let peace and patience enlighten me
fold my hands and graciously hum
the hymn of leaves and bees
as my anger fades into the rhythm
of crying rivers and rosebud blooms

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jacob greb

a note to self

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