Sunday, February 17, 2013

We hold our anger

 Oil on Canvas, Paddocks and Dark Sky, Roslyn Ross, 2013.

We hold our anger righteously,

and summon it at will,
without the recognition,
it hurts and never heals.
When rage is our companion,
no matter what the source,
we hold the hand of vengeance,
and damage those we love.
For in the wintered battles,
where we desire to win,
and use our passions cruelly,
destruction does begin.
And with the children watching,
as we deny Love's salve,
the lesson learned is deadly;
the scar engraved on Soul.

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