My World Poem by joy lemoine Powell

There are times when we become angry- -we regret that first sting of words- -that should never be spoken to one we hold so dear- -yet they burst out like a stream over flowing so fast - -we can, t take the words back- -or venting out loud. I have learned- -it best- to stop before the words have a chance to crush or harm another- calm down- then find a time to communicate with each other once the storm has cleared. We are our own lessons!