Ungraceful

I am Grace filled
But not always graceful

Stumbling over my temper
Reacting
Speaking my mind
When it would be better
To remain silent

Tripping on curse words
As they spew out
Uncontrollably
When a driver decides
To pull out in front of me
On an icy road

Sometimes I wish
I was one of those
Calm souls
Who remains collected
Unaffected
Quiet in all situations

But that’s not how
God wired me
High voltage courses
Through my veins
Making it hard to refrain

Ungraceful, but grateful
For the Grace covering me

E.A. Fussell
01.30.2024