Thursday, December 3, 2015

Inner Reset

I’m not a chronic profanity abuser
but I woke up this morning like:
eff it.

It was as if someone with an aura,
dark and pompous
walked on my white carpet
with muddy stilettos
and then apologized disingenuously.

Remnants of painful memories
abruptly incensed me.

But, instead of initiating the DMX playlist,
I closed my eyes and waited,
unclenched my fists, simultaneously
hitting the reset buttons
in my heart and mind and
allowed the masked anger, called pain
to dissipate.