The lion and the flea
Posted by Simon Parke, 29 September 2017, 5.11am
I’ve been thinking about the good and bad in me.
I sense the bad in me is a lost cause and barely clinging to existence.
He hangs around my good like a parasite; like a flea on a lion.
But sometimes all I see is the flea.
Bad likes me losing sight of the good; he likes me to imagine myself bad, it cheers him.
But my good is all that truly exists…and bad struggles to cope with that.
I can understand.
Bad was not born in happiness, bless him, and now proves a wasteful and foolish companion.
But more than that, he’s sad…so sad.
So I will be kind to my bad, it’s not his fault he mis-reads situations.
And he’s bound to be upset, bound to be anxious, to try and control, to sneer, because daily, he’s losing his power, and no one enjoys that.
I will be kind to my dear bad…kind but firm.
Because today I’m good, a magnificent lion.