19 January 2012

Temper Tantrum

My daughter screams her frustration.
Adrenalin pounds against my ribs,
small fists, and something
inside of me almost snaps.
Almost.
But I swallow and swallow
until those fists melt
and all that remains
is my heart
beating,
a hummingbird’s wing.



Namaste...

2 comments:

  1. I know this sort of emotions too! I like the image of the beating heart, beautiful!

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    1. I don't have children and admire your patience to hang on and let the temper wear itself out, leaving only love...

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