I try my best to stay calm. But anger gives in so often I battle to be brave, Yet I fear so often. I tell myself to remain quiet, But I speak out so often. I try, each time I fail And I promise myself afresh That tomorrow’s a new day With new hopes, new promises. Would I ever learn from the past Be wiser, more calm in my heart? Sad is not a true friend, being stoic is, Tears flood our grief, does a soul cleanse. Hurdles are tough, but climb we must Foes ruin inner peace, brush them aside like dirt. Why then does fear clutch the heart, darken the mind Blind the view, turning to gloom the sun and its shine Living each day with hope and fear Wishing that one day all fears I’ll conquer.
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