A Holy Rage
I remember this feeling
Tightness in my chest
Fists clenching
Panicked tears.
The day my father was baptized
Was the day I stopped
Attending church.
It took me 30 years
To go back.
They knew what he was like
But it did not matter
I did not matter
They never asked me
They never cared enough.
Another drunken abuser
Is about to stagger into more power
Where he will no doubt
Abuse us all.
Where is our sacrament?
Where is our blessing?
Where is the salvation,
For the victims,
For the survivors?
I tell you this:
I am no longer a child
I know the truth
I will remember
And I will not forgive.
My rage is holy now.
Boundless
My rage flows boundless
From the molten core of my heart.
How long
Will this go on?
How much
Can one soul take?
Ancient as the earth
The pain of war
Relentless as the wind
The chains that hold us all.
The sea overflows with our grief
For lost hopes
While the ashes of our dreams
Wash up on distant shores.
My rage flows boundless
The fire rises in my throat
Boundless yes
But silent?
Not.an.option
Anymore
Let the lava flow
Let it melt the walls
Release will ease our hearts
And quiet our fears
When the fires cool
Will there be a new land
Children safe at last
We are the ancestors
May we find the courage
To earn the future’s gratitude.
Rage
Rage comes
And I try to let it go
Push it away with tears
Frozen in salty hurt
Disappointment despair
Still the rage comes
So much is wrong
So much needs doing
Children are dying
Then I remember
Rage is energy
Swallowing only
Eats away at my own soul
Shatters whatever peace
Might be found
Release it instead
Let the fire burn
A beacon of outrage
Shining for the lost
For the forsaken
The abandoned and abused
If they see my rage
Perhaps they will find
Their way home.
Perhaps we will all
Find our way home.
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