Tag: Rage

The Divine Feminine Rises

Women!
Do not center your lives around men
Pleasing
Appeasing
We are not the prey for their predator
Though some argue nature made it so

We are Medusa's progeny
Serving oleander sweet tea
And Aqua Tofana cocktails
We carry the legacies of Lilith
Hecate and the Morrigan
Skywoman and Diana of the Hunt
In our bones

We are born with cunning woven into our shadows
Placed there by the midwives and wise-women
Kitchen witches and herbalists
Shaman and priestesses
Who came before us

We have our own form of politics
Whispered around washing wells and sewing circles
Book clubs and coffee tables
We don our poison rings and hat pins
Let them think our docility safe
While we keenly observe and note and remember

It is time to end the war waged upon our bodies
The raping of our spirit
The subjugation of our gender
We are the gateway of life
We break ourselves open through blood and pain
To do the Goddess's work of creation

Too long have we allowed the world to think us 
Weak
Helpless
Foolish
Simple
Incapable
We must remind the world of our strength

Boudicca was beaten and her daughters raped
And in her rage she waged war against Rome
Joan d'Arc stood against the English and the Church
A God-touched, heretic, peasant child whose heart would not burn
Harriet Tubman survived the travesties of slavery
Another God-touched woman who delivered 70 other souls to freedom
And we know there are so many more like them

Though we may not find our names etched in history
We are no less powerful than those who are
Our lives are OUR CHOICE
We are not chattel nor trophies
We are creation gifted autonomy
It is our divine right to wield our lives as we see fit

Let them vilify us as
Succubi
Mad women
Uppity bitches
And cunts

We know we are
Goddesses
Priestesses
Witches
And warriors

We are exhausted
We are fed up
We are wrathful 
The Divine Feminine rises
The world is set ablaze around us
But we are not tied to the pyre
We choose to look the world dead in the eye
And dance while it burns

-gws

Devouring

Black walls splashed with red light
Black pedestals shoot up from the floor
Every odd stalagmite topped with dark tributes
Each a void
A violent event horizon
Containing a blackness so deep
The minimal luminescence of the room
Feels blinding by comparison

Like calls to like
The black hole I hold
The emptiness that inhabits the center of me
Demands it’s recompense 
Otherworldly hunger crawls up my throat
Forcing my chest to expand as I open wide my jaw
I inhale deeply
Tears stream
The void within me begins to consume
Every point of absence in the room

Monuments yield their hollow prizes to me
Each devouring punctuated by a scream
Inhale a void
Exhale a scream
Until there are only walls
Red light
And echoing screams

-gws

Your Couch

I stabbed the fuck out of your couch
‘Cause I was tired of your mouth 
It was always telling lies
All backtracking and denials

I drank up a fifth instead
To drown the demons in my head
First I screamed and then I cried
At how you betrayed your bride

I stabbed the fuck out of your couch
‘Cause I was tired of your mouth 
It was always telling lies
All backtracking and denials

Oh yeah, my rage was quite obscene 
No tears could ease the wicked sting
Its brown leather old and scarred
The choice wasn’t all that hard 

I stabbed the fuck out of your couch
‘Cause I was tired of your mouth 
It was always telling lies
All backtracking and denials

So I plunged the blade right in
Then I repeated it again 
Better the couch than it was you
It was the worst that I could do 

I stabbed the fuck out of your couch
‘Cause I was tired of your mouth 
It was always telling lies
I’m out the door now, no goodbye

-gws

The Assignment

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I was tasked to write out my feelings regarding someone who was one of the biggest adversarial people in my whole life.  The exercise designed to help me relinquish and release my long held rage and resentment.  I wrote seven and a half pages.  I ran out of words.  But I didn't run out of rage.

I have carried molten, violent, unfulfilled rage toward this person for at least a decade.  This person is dead, and yet I still hold a belly full of rage.  Raw, ragged, bitter, acidic rage.

It consumes such resources with its existence.  I have carried this wicked ember for so long that despite the fact that it no longer serves a purpose, I don't know how to release it or extinguish it.  It is a companion I have grown too used to despite despising that it exists at all.  I also cannot help but wonder how life will feel without the burn I've become so used to.  

I feel it sitting like a silent scream, desperate to wrack my body in ragged convulsions of hot tears and roaring sobs.  I feel that if I were to relinquish my hold on it, the rage would wring me dry, and maybe consume me outright.  It feels like once the bottle is uncorked and the demon released, its force, alone, will use me up in a blinding, all-encompassing, soul-fire blaze.

Will I survive it?  What will be left of me?  What lies beneath it?  What will take the place it leaves empty and desolate?  Will I be the same when it's done with me?

gws

Rage

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Rage is dark rust red like clotted blood

Balled fists and hot tears

White hot like molten iron

Sharp and vicious as a cooled blade

Shrill keening and worn out sobs

Forged into quiet, constantly simmering fury

Long, silent, anguished screams into pillows

And inside lonely vehicles at 60 miles per hour

With the music turned up loud to drown out the ragged

Sound shaking free of its mooring

Now a million dancing embers

Just waiting for the right bluster to ignite again

-gws

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