Posted in Poems, Spring 2016

The Most Misplaced

Misplaced

Misplaced anger happens all the time,

the biggest surprise is the angrier I feel,

the more likely when I take a breath,

think about it.

The only one I am really anger at is me.

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Author:

Carolyn E. Osiris = Openly seeking inquisitive, reverent, immortal souls. As a full time caretaker for my severely autistic son I don't get out much. That gives me all the more time for the journey inward towards self-realization. That's what I've been doing for most of my life really and the time has come for me to share.

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