poetry

WRATH (a poem)

is this the surface of the sun,
or the hot boil of my blood?

is this the rupture of my veins,
or the mighty dawn of a hurricane?

is this a clot in my heart,
or am i just falling apart?


IRA

is an intense emotional state. It involves a strong uncomfortable and hostile response to a perceived provocation, hurt or threat.Β -Wikipedia

Now I know we all have been here at some point or the other: Wrath is a destructive force with the power to tear us down within seconds of its activation. When we are consumed by our anger, bad things happen. We do and say things we don’t mean to the point of potentially harming ourselves or others.

Righteous anger is possible, but we must not let our rage eat away at our hearts for extended periods of time. Forgiveness is a requirement for us to sustain our hearts, and we must be willing to pause, take a breath, and remember our sanity. This is obviously easier stated than done, but it is true.

If you get angry today, take a deep breath. It’s going to be okay. Eventually wrath will dissolve into something that can be used for good.


DAY 5 OF THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE.

Only two more days to go! I am super excited to share the final two poems with you in this collection, and then we’re off to more positive imagery with the Seven Heavenly Virtues. After the conclusion of this two-week challenge, I don’t know what I’m going to do!

You guys are the best supporters, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

-K.

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12 thoughts on “WRATH (a poem)”

      1. Best of luck on that. I’ve done the same and found the higher you go in aspirations the less those around you tolerate humor. You have a choice then give in or live your life. I chose the latter and was able to succeed in three careers. (Where humor wasn’t tolerated I left.)

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  1. For so long, I’d thought that the land of my ancestors, Ireland, was the land of ire, of wrathful people. So relieved to find out that the country was named by Viking’s and meant the land of really, cool people. So there you go. Oh, I liked this poem, but I’m totally stoked for the heavenly one’s. All the best !

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