High and Mighty

I’ll be standing on top of the world

Ruling over the petty emotions below.

Ordering them.

Commanding them.

Having utter control.

And then,

A rebellion will rise

And suddenly

A

Hand.

It pulls me

Down.

Yanks me from the high pedestal

I rule from.

Taking me from my high and mighty horse.

And suddenly they’re in control.

The war inside me rages

And all those petty emotions

Now rule over me.