I pretend that I am the offender enough to forgive
because Seneca once said, in other words than mine
that anger makes a slave.
It’s best I put myself in the shoes of the wrong so I can see
the why and the how and the purpose of attacking or belittling or betraying that me
that they think that they believe the real me to be.
The cure for anger and injustice is patience.
Take a breath and just wait.
You’ve fucked up too and when you see yourself in them what could you honestly do
but try to heal that similar wound in someone else that also scarred you?
Keep it cool.
Being blinded and controlled by rage
is the same thing as being the victim in a cage-
It stops being your fault when you give another the reins to your thoughts…
And yet this I refuse to do
I have power over the injustices I receive by doing one tiny thing…
controlling me.

Bitch.