I hate you, Rage.
You make me feel small, petty and ugly.
You creep into areas that used to be clean.
You snap, like a dog, at my heals, Yipping and pissing on the carpet.
You cloud my thoughts and emotions with your bile.
I can’t control what you unleash.
I love you, Rage. You fill me with power, mystery & passion.
You swell with injustice and misalignment.
You pulse behind my teeth,
And threaten to spew acid.
You protect me, and that coward
That cowers in the corner.
I hate you, Rage.
And I love what you can do.
I can’t disentangle myself from your hooks.
Your nuclear power overwhelms me
Like a phoenix bursting into flame.
You’re a tease and a toy,
Twisting in locks around my fingers.
I hold you close to me, like a child, like a lover.
And hope that someday my hate for you, Rage,
Might cancel you out.
Yet fearful that the child who remains
Would be orphaned and alone, without protector.
So I will whisper to you in my darkness, Rage.
Confessing, confiding and delighting in your cruelty,
Knowing that though I keep us in our cage, I alone hold the key,
And I wait to release us.
