Barbs catch flesh
Tearing bits and pieces.
Words are arrows striking my soul,
Bleeding and angry I cry out.
Why…why does bating frustrate,
I promised it wouldn’t!
It would never be allowed to spoil me,
But it has once again.
Deep breaths, eyes closed, I must let it go,
Regaining my center,
Banishing my anger to the netherlands,
For my own sanity I must forgive
Allowing others to believe as they will.
They too are trying to find their way;
Looking for answers through consensus or conflict.
I must learn to accept this with a smile
Offering them nothing,
But love and silence.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~