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Rage I do not understand this profundity of hollowed anger, nor do I comprehend from hence this wrath developed deep and damaging within me. Where are the roots buried, deep and embedded to sustain such rage? Yet, I dare to search within that blackness and wallow within its complexity. Searching...terrified to mindfully find that which I seek. For it is, both coercive and pervasive this passion that fuels such fury, such a stained and tainted soulfulness devours the grip once held on my individualized reality. Now slipping, sliding, and unattainable, It lies sporadically scattered, in among the ifs and the whys, It cries. Still, I am searching with wide spread arms. I am praying.... trying so desperately to find my own forgiveness... to hold my soul together, and shape it into reason, and to finally walk free. |
Additional Notes:
I have chosen to capitalize the "It" to give the rage a name....
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