Rage
Rage is my nourishment.
Pummelling blood through my veins.
Giving me surges of power to get through the day.
“Talk to me, I’m here for you, let me know if you need me” they say.
But I haven’t got the words.
I only have the rage.
They don’t want that do they?
They want pitiful, soul crushing sadness, rivers of tears, great heaving sobs and shuddering shoulders.
Tangible things which they can wrap their arms around and provide some relief,
some haven,
some warmth to help mend my broken heart.
But they can’t fix the rage,
I don’t want them too.
It’s the only thing I have that will keep me alive.
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Author:
jenny.g (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this tonight trying to process the anger I’ve been feeling at loosing my Mum to Corona. It’s been the most horrendous experience due to the circumstances and very unlike other grief I have felt.
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Comments4
I think i might understand your rage. I found rage when prayer became futile.
So rage, rage away and when you find yourself. Make it useful.
You'll never write rage away.... but you should continue to write.
Thank you.
Very strong write Jenny, as d a says rage away, your writing in rage shows others how you really feel as I did when my wife died recently, that broken heart will not be fixed.
Writing does help as your rage and frustration can be put in words on the page.
Andy
Thank you
I understand this so well, I held onto my rage for a very long time. Finally, within the last three years, I was able to let it go. I hope there comes a day when you find the next best thing that keeps you pushing on. From your poetry, it is easy to tell you have a good soul no matter what you have been through.
The rage has reduced to a bubbling cauldron. Still simmering away but to a level I can live with. Thank you for your comment.
You're welcome and I am glad to hear there is an improvement.
It hits exactly as yiu said.
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