NPWM Day 16: Yield

When I get angry,

My whole body goes rigid.

My shoulders stiffen.

My jaw clenches.

If standing, I grow very still

For just a moment,

Then I may break loose and pace,

Or simply walk away,

Or stomp away, depending.

And I can feel this stiffness

Settled in my soul,

This unbending, proud, angry heart.

I have been holding my shoulders tense for so long,

Holding my grudges and my offenses,

That I’ve forgotten how to yield.

But oh, how I long to yield again:

To bend and not break,

To sway and not stiffen,

To forgive, to forget,

To lay down sword and shield

And simply yield.


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