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

Back off

Never again

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.

I can teach, and show you the road, but I cannot carry you on the path towards self-love and authenticity. You must walk the walk, climb your own mountain. But if you want to go with me, and other women on the path, you may want to check out Self-Love Basecamp.