Inner Turmoil Escaping

Convulsions

Shaking

Grudges taking over your mind

So full from many hurts

Only during a few short years

Poor child

I'm sorry your life has been this way

And I cry at night for you

To let go

of your old ways

Even the things you hate

the ones that tear you?

You still grasp on to with mere fingers

If you would release

your body and mind and soul

and give up

these toxic habits

Then everything would be better

For all of us...