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#90 Little angers
When ants become an anthill
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.
Do you sometimes feel that suppressed anger
coming slowly creeping your memories
from past non digested emotional events
Like little drops of poison you administer yourself
inadvertently to your heart and soul?
Feeling I have a vase full of daisies
But alongside abundant small dark green weeds
which grow relentlessly if I’m not looking
Contaminating thoughts like petroleum on clean sea
Or grey tempestuous clouds in a clear sky.
The process of cleaning your mind from these invaders
It’s not clear or easy navigating in
Because you can’t be distracted completely
Or else they’ll grow
They can’t have your full attention
Or else they’ll grow
You can’t ignore them
because they itch
and they’ll grow.
