Solace in Stillness

This poem is inspired by the poem "A Poison Tree" by William Blake. It is one of my favorites because when I was fighting with my own anger, I came across this poem, which made me reflect on what I am nurturing within myself.  I have borrowed the first lines of each stanza (except for the second and last ones). 


I was angry with my friend;

'cause he didn't do as I wished

and I wanted to show it loud

like a blast furnace on my inside


I wanted it to come out

so that I'm left pure

with an intact mind and soul

functioning like a whole;


And I watered it in fears,

thinking I could bear

but there's no one to hear

my wails of tears.


And it grew both day and night

like the sores of Job and Lazarus

calling rancour to overpower my wit

who always wanted to be fit


And into my garden stole, 

the sweet hum of whole

for now I am on the call

that is destined to my fall.


Job's eye never blurred of it

nor Lazarus's cry covered it

'cause they all knew

venegeance is his brew.



I think I never thought this deep about anger until I started thinking while writing this poem. 




This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025

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