RAGE

It's more about relentless resiliency than rage... for those of you who may not understand. I hope you enjoy it. Men are such strange delicious creatures, especially the one I love. For you... RAGE Rage sometimes reigns within... when his love is doubted, when his love is tested, when his love is thrown without dignity or so much as a second thought of what he feels. His voice cracks, his chest pounds, his tone attacks even those who would question what happened. He can't control it. It's insanity turned to disbelief in a second, the blood boiling in his veins. Nothing is enough to calm him. He must roar! He must quench this hunger to devour it all, everything in his path will go. Not even she will hold him down, she won't stand a chance. Maybe in presence she could. Maybe in presence she could hold his rage and take his personified hate to turn it into love. But not now. Not today. Not this instant, so go away!! It's blinding!! The void in the pit of dispair... the stomach screeching in so much pain. Blamed, used and discarded. How could they not see? Why open up the doors to be dragged back down to the very bottom of hell? How could they not see? Who was it? He'll destroy the jokers, the ones who melting all he's built with sweat and blood, fled with his little piece of truth. Who were they, the masters of disguise and deception, the carriers of evil and hate? Planting the seeds of doubt and disbelief! He must go...! He must find another, one to quench the desire and make all the rage subside. One to hold his hate, to swallow his violence in one gulp and and spit it out with grace. But it won't happen. Not today. His rage builds and then subsides. His hate is not grounded, it was love he felt, love betrayed by those who doubted him. Love, always the love that betrays, always the love that hurts and digs deep into the soul of him. Always love with its claws in the heart, choking the voice, darkening the sight. Please forgive them. "God, if you're there, make me forgive them, for I don't have the strength, I don't think I can". And he cries... He roars, the force and strength pushing out from his chest 'til he can see no more, feel no more... taste no more! I give up! And then... then there's after... The light of morn comes to be. The soothing, southern sun to the rescue from his fears, to calm his voice and remind him of his vision, of his mission, of what makes him be. He remembers his reasons, two, maybe three. Four to carry him through, the list goes on and on, short as it may, at first, seem. He finds his heart, the same wounded one who now wakes him to find the vigor. The same one who will always carry the deepest side of himself, of his Self! She waits, quiet. A little fearful for losing it all, her fears making her mimic his rage, from afar thinking she best keep away. Her rage and doubts kicking in. She fights, punches and kicks... she gives in... and she rests... putting the love in his heart, sending the love to his mind, sharing her love with his soul, enveloping herself 'til they're one. One day they'll see, one day they'll win. One day the rage won't stand half a chance. So in the silence of moments, they wait and they do. He pushes, she pulls, away then so near... til the day when the rage disappears.