RAGE
“An ocean moves inside of me like a storm that roars beside the sea.
A forgotten well starts to swell and shake with the cries of the
divine discontentment that has begun to break.”
Sometimes tears have been the only way
we have ever known to show our rage.
But like the wolf in sheep’s clothing
calling water what is actually fire
can end up causing more harm.
Be wary of how we might be toppled over
by the force of our own volcanos
or how we might harm others
in the wake of our explosions.
Be wary of how molten lava turns into petrified
rock when it has been pushed too far underground.
Our rage is a call to justice, a call to change.
Intelligently administered, it can be
the fuel that galvanizes our attention
and serves our transformations.
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RAGE
“An ocean moves inside of me like a storm that roars beside the sea. A forgotten well starts to swell and shake with the cries of the divine discontentment that has begun to break.”
Sometimes tears have been the only waywe have ever known to show our rage.
But like the wolf in sheep’s clothing
calling water what is actually fire can end up causing more harm.
Be wary of how we might be toppled over by the force of our own volcanos
or how we might harm others in the wake of our explosions.
Be wary of how molten lava turns into petrified rock when it has been pushed too far underground.
Our rage is a call to justice, a call to change.
Intelligently administered, it can be the fuel that galvanizes our attention and serves our transformations.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING