Cold walk in the morning
Bracing winds–why did I wear shorts?
Bright sun does not find
My heart, darkened by yesterday’s storm.
Narratives of vicious injustice…
“Is that so?”
Feeling again self-righteous
“Is that so?”
Imagined confrontations–
Short cruel enjoyment
But long lasting frustration.
Detach from the narrative;
You tell your story,
And it should be one
Of joyful letting-go.
