Sometimes when people wrong me, the sense of outrage is uncontrollable.
I'm old enough to know now
how to control it,
& filter it through a more objective lense.
Still these emotions hold power.
My mind goes on autopilot.
& repeats negative ruiminations.
& I could feel the bitterness burning a hole...
Through where my soul once was.
Lately I have not had the impetus to write.
But I do now.
Blessing in disguise?
I would rather not deal with the drama.