Impulse Control

Impulse control

1000 years of training

1000 years of saying

1000 years of dying

1000 year of crying

1000 deaths you’d think

She’d get it.

1000 soft openings

To show her the way

It took so long

She has much to say

1000 years was it too much

She loved them all but they

We’re taken away

In the end she learned

The lessons they gave

Everything was stripped away

Left with impulses scars from above

The path was wide open strength from above

1000 year rain to show her the way

Impulse control was the final way

She tamed her wild heart

Gods love showed the way

She learned to control kept the shadows at bay. She prayed for mercy and love to endure

The lessons god gave her surely there’s no more.

She won’t react 1000 times she sees

A gift of gods love she feels free.