Sunday, July 12, 2015


When immobility occurs,

When the weak are oppressed,

My choleric nature rises,

To move others to action or right the wrong.


When I am in my safe place,

And familiarity quiets anxiety,

My free spirit flows,

And I become Sanguine the Penguin.


When anger mounts,

Or tired frustration appears,

I become a willing support,

A phlegmatic of sorts.


When I am rejected,

Or reality hits hard,

I feel beauty through the eyes

Of a melancholy.


I knew this when I was young,

What once was lost is found again.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

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