There is a part of myself I bury.
But even with my best intentions
My Mars nature surfaces from time to time.
It's hard to balance outrage with common sense.
But - It's a battle my placid side keeps well in check.
But....
Every now and again I have to count to 20 instead of 10.
And sometimes that isn't enough.
Someone put the boot in, and I wasn't ready to lie down.
It wasn't even my battle - I was oblivious to the war.
But - He thought he was scoring.
So, an arrogant ass goes out of his way to ruin a beautiful day.
But when I counted to 30, and discussed it with my peers
(with little restraint - and much truth - unfortunately).
I now realise I was afforded a gift: his character.
So the phone rings tonight - and I hit silent
Not the bumping kind I'm afraid - always so proper: I regret.
I give so much every day
I'm not going to waste another day,
When I could be helping someone
Worth my time.
It's been a long time between storms.
I think tomorrow, another beautiful day is in order.
4 comments:
wish i'd learn how not to waste my time with anger like that
If only we could harness that energy in a constructive way.It's an energy source we seem to have in abundance - sadly.
did you take that photograph mark???
if so, it seems rather stunning.
just taking a wee break from flanders fields, back out there soon, then we must skype. sorry to be so gone.
Would be good to chat - as always :)
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