Roar against the Rage for it threatens totally consumption and combustion of all senses.
Rage against the rip tide for it tries to drag me way from I.
Roar with the love for it threatens the peaceful grief I have cultivated.
Rage against the pain for it threatens change in my heart and soul
Roar with the impotence for it cannot be stopped
Rage rage against the fear for you come to understand it comes to you.
Roar with the peace for it fills your heart & you begin to crave it as a junkie craves its fix.
Rage rage against the sorrow for you learn how much you have wasted & how little time really means.
Roar Roar with the loss of self and the pain of the rebirth …………

I can’t change it. I can not control it, the fear burns burns my very being as it oozes through the fragments of a heart so broken it lays shattered like powder. A heart I now know can only be put back together. No longer do I operate under the illusion of a lie that, all which is broken can be returned whole and complete as it was before it started.

I can’t change it. I can not control it, the fear burns burns my very being It slices through blood fevered veins running riot, it reminds me there is no control no hiding no escaping its done its done there is no forward no back wards. Only swift motion to the now, a body moving so fast it moves backwards and future in to time.

My being is wounded I have no control I have no thing to hold on to all but me.
Me is afraid Me is being torn, ripped and shredded into a new mould the old is objecting the new is pushing the friction of it all burns deep with in the yet unformed being.

Me is inadequate me is hopeless, me is unable me is useless Me is afraid of the tormentors that in the dark hide. The tormentors hanging on the fringes with their talons of feelings. Feelings that swamp, drown and over throw.

I see the abyss the pool of completion they call it. The abyss faces me drop through it they say, I have come so far the victim has fought the good fight, will it be to drop and decimate oneself at the lip of the abyss.

I face the abyss if I take the step and drop then what? If I walk through it I am no longer who I should be I become who I am. If I walk tall through it I admit I was powerless if I walk through it I have to see the truth.

If me walks through it me sees I and me ceases to exist. The me that this being knows no longer exists. If She no longer lives, who am I? If she no longer survives who am I?
Me has the answers the ways forward the comfortable fears the serving no goalers. Me knows just how to keep me safe in my sorrow and lamenting.

I goes forward not knowing the path not seeing all but a feint glow of light luminating one step at a time directly a head. I steps forward she exposes an unknown strength.
The unknown lays me bare for the world to see lays me bare unflinchingly. Me shrieks and strives forward to the Abyss.



London, United Kingdom

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This was written at a time in my life when I knew there was change that had to happen but it meant having to go back and deal with some things. creating the most unbelivable rage inside of me. Mainly as I was so afraid.

It was well worth all the work and gamut of feelings I had to run to get here.

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