Things aren't going right again today I wish I could close my eyes and pretend That's everything would be fine soon
But then again, I need to tackle this mess It threatens to over power me and gain Do you know that creepy feeling, like all is lost? Like you can feel dejected and simply sigh! Or scream your agony out!
Some how that should help, make things controllable But it doesn't do a dime!
So I pause and gather my thoughts, Penning my frustration, at odds that fly in my path Some how I attract the worst I feel like that all the time
Then I close my eyes and think! No there is worse! I am not there! With the worst I am here with the blest.
I have roof over my head Clothes to wear A job that pays Food on the table and loved ones to care.
This mess is the selfishness pouring Out of hearts that have forgotten gratefulness In its place grows restlessness To seek and infect and thrive on sadness Till it devours and make its conquest.
Oh Lord, my frustration is overpowering If you don't do something soon I'll trip That's not what I'd want cause I'll feel like a wreck So I turn my gaze to you and reflect Ask myself, what did you learn today Did you get buried in your problems Or did you look up and pray.
You see, the GREAT TEACHER, is watching Life's little lessons he sends our way Chapters on human psychology Management of Time and Stress His methods are tough Not meant for the weak Only the strong, can pass His test.
He never mean't it to be easy Cause your are just not anybody But His special treasure Which He would like to gather Richer and purer, after a struggle that's worthy Of His Kingdom so glorious. Which I await with a sadness, the longer I tarry!
With this experience firmly noted in my life's book I shall mark it with gladness, for when again history repeats itself I shall remember to read this lessons with gratefulness The GIFT of words He gave, so that I can share. When again frustration raises it ugly head Armed with HIS words I'll fight my best.
Often enough life's situations threaten to overpower us and make us loose control. This poem started as a way to pen my frustration, but turned into a lesson that I learnt.Β Β WE CAN NEVER CONTROL ANYTHING. So let go and don't given in.