Trying to tame
The beast within
When resentment and anger
Surface again
Trying to tame
My acid tongue
When emotions boil over
And the red mist comes
Trying to sit with it
Not spew and vent
Processing so much
Afterwards feeling spent
Wrestling with the urge
To pull the trigger
Unleashing destruction
Entreating something bigger
To intervene
And take the sting away
So that I don’t just let rip
And come to regret this day
To pour soothing balm
Over what’s spitting inside
So that I may conduct myself
With dignity and pride
Refraining from unleashing
An atomic bomb
Like the old me most certainly
Would have done
Tying myself in knots
Trying to transmute
Rage into compassion
Not recklessly put in the boot
Until finally inspiration
Somehow filters through
Calming the waters
And my fever too
And thus fell they into place
This little collection of words
And my gun was instantly disarmed
And nobody did get hurt.