Bits of Rage

Days interweave,
along with nights.
What she perceives,
turns wrongs to right.
Ego deceives,
to cause a fight.
Logic just leaves,
she looses sight.

She mopes around,
feels guilt inside.
Wearing a frown,
but with great pride.
Disguise falls down,
self pity ties.
Eyes look around,
suddenly cries.

Stomps both her feet,
arms held up high.
Arising heat,
reaches the sky.
Facing defeat,
as insults fly.
Feelings compete,
frustration sighs.

Deeply inhales,
tries to relax.
Slowly exhales,
clears off attacks.
Peace never fails,
love fills all cracks.
Balance prevails,
steps back on track.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy