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.
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