Small Victory

It’s the end of the day

Children rush to shower

And eat dessert

Wind howls and rain pours forth

I can look back today

And be thankful

For that one moment

That small victory

Where I noticed my reaction

Where I breathed into space

When I gently guided

Instead of reacting fiercely

I left behind the familiar cloak

Of tattered old anger

I breathed and noticed

Putting to use those

Hundreds of hours of meditation

May I be so blessed

To try again tomorrow for just

One moment

One small victory of being.

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