He Has Only Given Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I've only told a few.
Not even you.
What it is that ticks my clock.
And gets me boiling hot...
Until the letting off of steam,
Slowly cools...
That anger that builds up in me.
With the acknowledgement...
My peace of mind is worth the 'keep'.
My peace within I wish not to release.
Or stop!

It keeps me going.
That's all I've got!

I've only told a few.
Not even you.
Who and what...
Stirs that pot,
I keep covered.
Not take off the lid,
To blow my top!

I've earned too much,
Just to sizzle and burn.

And the patience I have had,
To resist from going stark raving mad...
Is a blessing only God knows,
That I have what He has only given.

My lips have almost been bitten off.
But I've learned to chew and swallow my resentment.
And witness the doers,
Receive their due from their misdeeds done.

With a repeating that chills my heat...
As that boiling within me starts.
'I have what He has only given.
He has only given.
He has only given...
What I have.
And I am grateful to receive.'