Rage, Who Are You?
A poem from my journal on June 14, 2018
I am the voice that screams from within
Aching to be heard, not to be dimmed
I see the pain that was told to hide
Longing for a voice, rumbling inside
I tried to stop him from hurting you
But fear wouldn't allow me to
I'm the tiger that roars a ferocious "no"
Clawing and growling, stop, please go!
I'm the mama bear who protects her young
Staying close and alert, so no harm can be done
In the face of violation, I was born
But I was never expressed for fear of scorn
I'm the one whose truth was not heard
Suppressed and shut down, no sounds, no words
I'm the peep of a voice that never comes out
Afraid of itself, scary and wild, no doubt
He stole from me, my rage was suppressed
I was too young, now it's time to be expressed
Rip, claw and tear
Always be aware
Don't you dare
My little one is scared
We're keeping her safe
Get out of our space
Can you see her face
In my arms I embrace
Don't touch us
The scars remain, etched in our heart
The rage is expressed, let the healing start
I'm a victim of you, why did you do it?
Own that you hurt me, no matter how you view it
Inside me remains, little splinters, hard to find
Revealed over time, I extract from heart and mind
The perpetrator steals
Pain within me was sealed
Expressed rage heals
Wounded heart it reveals
Like an onion being peeled
Softly allowing the feels
Expressed rage heals.
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