the rage

– the rage was always strong

more powerful than anything –

the rage made her /kiss/ the boy

and bite his lip and his ear

it also made her /miss/ the joy

of missing his playful sneer

– the rage made her b(l)ind

even when/as he was kind –

the rage was a /comfort/ after love

taking (over) the butterf/lies

her heart /racing/ from above

him boring into her eyes

– the rage (sometimes) fired /down/

/letting/ her chin up against the drown –

the rage powered her emotions

pushed her /over/ (and) beyond

made her curl up without motion

had her reach out /or/ despond

– it made her (feel) love(d) and hate(d)

– she /fuelled/ it lest it abate(d) –

yet she knew that one day

the rage would /depolarise/

– conquer her or fade away –

– what would happen to her

would she shine and rise

or so(m)bre and wither –

the rage – all she had ever known –

l/aid in wait, w(h)ir(r)ing –

watching over the /seed/ sown

– patiently (un)stirring –

trusting /only/ in the soil

to breed /solace/ and turmoil

– the rage /woke up/ into being /one/ night

knowing – she would one /day/ (dis)appear

her deed s(ole)ly to /darken and light/

/everything/ for her to /live/ loud and clear –

(dis)illusioning choice in the hea(r)t of the rage –

– the rage, no/w/t/h/er/e, (f)or n/e/ver –