Power Poem by Sarah Sisson

I give out the power so
I can take it back.
Live in peace with out your
grubby mitts in my business.
Go have your attack.

I let you be meddlesome.
Allow you to heat me up
and make me feel small.
You like to hurt the ones you love.
It is your desire to interrupt love.
I try to smile and make light
of your tone. It is a task to see
your tantrums and watch
you act as a spoiled child. Is that
what I should make you out to be?

Oh, no. I can't let you get away
with that. I know that If I try to
change you, your power will grow.
That is part of this mystery. I am
grown. It was only as a youth I did cry.

Copyright 01-04-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson