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Anger

The anger that stems from our daily life,
builds up each minute and multiplies.
It seethes and simmers and dwells deep inside
till it erupts to give us a choice we must decide.

Do we let it overwhelm us with bitterness and grief,
or do we go on quietly with our own beliefs.
We can choose to lash out and hurt those we love,
our family and friends, with angers own glove.

Do we make it into a stepping stone,
and not let it take over when we are alone.
We can choose to not let our anger rule,
then in the end we won't look like a fool.

Anger's destructive, hearts cannot mend,
it brings on a wrath with loss of good friends.
It controls a person's heart and mind,
deteriorates the good and makes us unkind.

We can choose to not let anger rule,
we can choose to use it as a building tool.
Grow from the anger that we worked through,
and mature from knowledge that we are true.

It's our own choice, as to what we do....
let anger control, make us look like a fool,
or get it out of our system once and for all,
and with it gone, we can finally stand tall.

Find the reason that your anger is there,
remove it from inside and don't let it share.
Don't give it space inside you to dwell,
just know that it comes from the deep pits of hell.

Written by: Trina
April 22, 2005



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