F E E L S

Disquieted. 
Determined to break free of sorrow. 
I strive to soar high, rise above the clouds, 
Yet misery’s company drags me down. 
Jihad into my soul, my anger simmers, about to explode, 
I crush the rage down, I yell no! 
Determined to step away from despair, 
I vow to smile even as my face is hard as stone, 
I kneel into vipassana in spite of my enraged soul, 
I seek to restore glory and joy into my mind.