Provocateur

What creature are you,
What power do you possess?
That you can turn
a calm & composed person
into a furious raving maniac
While all the time unheeding
of the tempest you have wrought
All because you are driven
by selfish urges
which have already overpowered, consumed you

You can be forgiven
For you are still a child

You cannot help yourself
Trapped in that tower of your growing mind
Those raging hormones, their blood-song drowning out
Your still so fragile edifice of reason & maturity
The acceptance and greater harmony you've yet to master

But we cannot use you as excuse --
To bring forth the young
one must transcend the birthing pools.
From all of our hearts we need to hold you
Onto a greater growing self
And so we restart
in necessary suffering
To not suffer your provocation

In time you will learn
The wistful peace of the gentle breeze
caressing heads of grasses
The brave assurance of not succumbing
to your terrific inner storms