Chattel

sometimes

we become slaves

to our emotions

held captive

by the moment

unwilling to release

what has injured us

we arm ourselves

with ammunition

from the basket

of resentment

and if we’re very lucky

wisdom steps in

to urge us to put down

the basket and

let go of the chains

giving us the opportunity

to step away from the moment

and get it pass

while we remain

now unfettered by

Time’s cruel hand and

our primordial instincts

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