Take all this anger, this longing, this ache
Toxic illusion; confusion that breaks
Crumple it down into folds on the ground
Crush it, nonpluss it, unfuss it, confound

Soothe it with reason and smooth it with joy
Croon to it softly as logic deploys
Cover its core with contentment, deny
Darkness inside that decays if alive

Layer the evil with doses of will
Hope that your strength is sufficient until
Urgent desire will pop under weight
Small bubbles hissing will leak and deflate

Then will your battered rest easy and true
Safe in its respite from tyrannous rue.



January 15th, 2018
About conquering less than ideal impulses.


Photo Credit:
Saurabh Chatterjee