How beautiful it is to stay silent when you are expected to be enraged
How powerful is the silence compared to words you have exchanged
I must master my silences
They interrupt my defenses
The reactions they are spontaneous the words they are arranged
The pain will disappear once it has finished teaching you
Reproach will crumble into nothingness if it stops reaching you
I must master my grievances
They impact my inferences
The emptiness in eyes remain long after they stopped preaching you
The minute you hate somebody you are defeated by them
That moment you learn to let go and have nobody to blame
I must master my timing
They break rhythm and rhyming
Power when you clench your fist lies in a temperament to tame
We mature with the damage. Not with the years
We overcome imprudence and naiveté. Not our fears
I must master my anxieties
They impede my priorities
What the heart cannot articulate spills out as tears