Thank you to MindLoveMosery’s Menagerie for hosting this collage prompt:
My guest house, resides within,
But I don’t feel right allowing–
Just anyone inside my own home.
Guests like to roam, to destroy where they now reside.
My favourite friend is joy visiting,
She shines brightly and never winces.
Anger comes in with wretched face,
I tell him grace, will calm his raging –fire he spits
Sorrow sacks the house, with no words,
Brings anger and hurt with her to purge.
But I serve them tea; she cries with tears,
Cries out all fears, sets the house right with kindness emerge.
All these emotions come and go,
Cathartic it feels, clearing my woes.
Honouring them all, realize —
These woes humanize me, make space within my soul.
Malice and shame, they wound the most,
Ridicule my manners as host.
Hate my guest house, demand refund.
But they’re both numb; I learn from such awful ghosts.
My inner guest house is free for —
New glories to stride in and pour,
Grace and mercy within my life,
Now relieved strife fled, created much in me —more.
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