patience (A choice we make)

Impatience cries out, sharp and loud, It builds a storm, it draws a crowd. It slams the door, it breaks the thread, It ignores soft words unsaid — instead, It sows regret we can’t unmake. Yet patience, tender, steps between, It cools the fire, it mends unseen. It breathes and listens, it holds loving tight,It trades the urge to win the fight For love that stronger ties can weave. Patience isn’t something sold, Not running dry, nor growing old. It’s not a gift some merely gain — It’s forged through choices, decisions through strain,Through quiet strength we daily claim. So when the pressure pulls you thin, Remember — peace is born within. You choose the bridge, you choose the break,You choose the love you’ll give — or take — Patience, or pride: the power’s yours.