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A Happy Kind of Rage

I awoke one morning in a frenzy of rage
Grumbling and bubbling in bitter outrage
My stony heart darker than soot
All efforts to appease me rendered moot.

In that stupid fit of madness
My heart with every beat resounded sadness
For respite did I futilely seek
In anger’s foul embrace I still wasn’t meek

I twisted, I turned
I grumbled and burned
For I didn’t see that anger brought nothing but pain
And impatience allowed unease to reign.

Suddenly, in sober regret
I melted and mellowed and felt
That in silent exhultation
Lay finally the joy of infinite restoration.

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