This week’s prompt: Write a ‘repair’ poem.
I’m all too quick to panic,
Easily shaken and rattled
By diving into needless battles,
Yes, I’m not always very selective
About where my stress is directed,
Expecting a swift resolution
After an impromptu mental explosion,
And broken pieces to magically reform
Following each inevitable storm
Of clouds which cannot be changed
Nor controlled, yet still I attempt to.
It is only after the eventual calm
That I can stand back and repair
The further damage I have done,
And find the correct answer.
If only the mind made its move first,
Before the heart hastily runs in
Then I might just spare myself
From this misguided torture
And recover the rational me for good.
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