Shhh..little poet.
Why so angry?
I know you hurt; it comes with
Caring.
Black is a beautiful colour
When used for emphasizing
Contrast.
Alone it is a candle
In a dark room,
Unlit.
Life bites, kicks, pulls your hair
And puts its pointy fingers in your
Eyes laughing.
Other times it is a sleeping lion,
Warm and soft to the touch; too
Full and drowzy with sunlight
To anything but purr.
When Life bares its teeth,
Remember how much a grin
May resemble a growl.
Tell me how it feels to
Scratch the King of the Jungle
Behind its palm-sized ear.
All that glitters
Is gold.
Shhh...little poet.
Why so angry?
There is more to Life
Than life.