Stop Being Angry

I had to stop being angry.
And displaying bitterness,
Because of my own disappointments...
Others may have.
But I would carry mine,
On my shoulders as if...
The World weighed me down.
And I thought I should be burdened,
By collecting pieces of bricks and chips...
Thrown around me I grew tired to witness.

Too many today seem to pride themselves,
With complaints to make and fingers to point.
I began to think it was my mission and duty,
To be the one to join in to prove I could too...
Find my own life to live as an excuse to choose.

I had to stop being angry.
And displaying bitterness,
Because of my own disappointments...
Others may have.
But I would carry mine,
On my shoulders as if...
The World weighed me down.
And I thought I should be burdened,
By collecting pieces of bricks and chips...
Thrown around me I grew tired to witness.

And then it occurred to me,
When I awakened early one morning...
Before the light of dawn,
To hit my head against an open door...
That I had been doing most of my life,
With eyes I decided to keep close.
To take so much for granted.
And it took a door I ignored,
To show me to pay more attention...
To which direction I was going,
Where I was coming from...and why...
The doing of it was more important,
Than what others had chosen for themselves.
And...
With it done to do as 'their' purpose.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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