Rage
December 7th, 2007
Rage feels
like a 20 pound 4 headed demon
spewing out of my 12 ounce stomach
Knowing full well, I can’t win confrontation
I force it back
scathing the back of my throat
collecting skin and tears slithering down
like cheap Vodka searing raw wounds…
God, I fell like the mouse in Boa’s friendly hello.
For now the mirror is hazy
For now that is okay
Breathing out words like sweat
That I promised myself not write
Not meeting the goals,
I promised myself to exceed
Showing pain where I can’t fail
Running till my stomach hurts
Eight miles later,
silence tames the rage and I return
Sometimes it’s difficult to remember
Every barrier requires flexibility
Every obstacle requires learning
And a warrior is not cut from flimsy cloth,
But forged from the blade that perseveres any pain,
any action
any opponent
And learns walking by standing after each fall.
December 15th, 2007 at 6:42 am
Wow, Claudia! What a powerful, excellent poem! Amazing. I cannot believe I’ve been away from your blog so long!
Love,
Mig
December 18th, 2007 at 5:11 pm
Thank you so much for returning. I am happy my poetry has impacted you.