to the outer fringes of rage
in an attempt to assuage
I fetch myself up sharply and just walk away.
I revert to the festering in self flagellation
my apparent pattern of circular rotation
But somehow this process is making a difference
I start to see glaring shifts in my inference.
My actions now matched
with a new found awareness
I’m starting to acknowledge
The schisms in my ism-ness.
This glint from the flint advancing my attitude
Is the much needed spark towards self discovery
by realizing my faults I’m ablaze in gratitude
and establish a wildfire within my recovery
as I strive laboriously toward mediocrity
I realize I’m sold short in my opinions of me
There is nothing in life
That is simply ordinary
And today, just ok
is more than ok