Buddha tells me only love dispels hate
and I know he is right.
But I cannot help the torrential downpour
of fiery, biting words that fall out of my mouth
on occasion
only to be suspended in the frigid air
and sent back to settle at the bottom of my stomach as frozen stones of guilt.
And regret hangs heavy.
And I wonder if I will ever be golden enough
to be able to hold the reigns of my own chariot.