Fangs of Frustration

When the rope of frustration is dangling in my mind, patience and perseverance leap to duty; covering my brain; sheltering my mind and anchoring the apprehensiveness that distresses the heart.

The fangs of frustration excuse themselves and tranquillity resumes it lull; or even though as most often is the case, just the notion of serenity and magnanimity is enough to return me to the state of grace and I breathe a sigh of relief after yet another narrow escape.