A poem - Rage

Wrote a poem a few months ago, finally feel brave enough to share it.  

I’m suffering, my mind says.

I’m scared and this is hard, it complains.

My body responds with a warm, I know - I’ve got this.

My body feels capable and ready for the rage to come.

My body knows how to do rage, as it has so many times before.

Only this time, there are two added elements that were missing prior.

Grace and Compassion have decided to join in the process.

They have been working their magic on me for some time now, so my trust in them is total.

Fire in my belly, refusing to settle or calm, consuming all in its path, begs for my attention.

Compassion and Grace take the lead, pausing to turn inward, senses alert to take in what’s there.

Rage is in complete unrest; demanding, loud, and urgent.

All illusion is consumed in her fire, she refuses nothing short of the Truth.  

The Truth she respects, as she sidles alongside to chat about the state of the world.

Truth and Rage have an agreement to stand fully, which honors each other beautifully.

Rage has been protecting Sorrow for quite some time, but Sorrow is tired of hiding.

Truth trusts Sorrow and begs Rage to let him speak, let him keen, let him bleed his pain.

Compassion holds Sorrow’s hand, understanding how brave it is to exist at all.

Grace places her hand on Trust’s shoulder, grateful for the connection he has with Rage.

Rage opens her arms, rests her shields, and sets Sorrow free.

Sorrow’s wail can be heard throughout the Universe, it ripples like wind over fields of wheat.

My mind says Thank You, it has been so long that I’ve needed this relief of remembering.

My body is weakened, tired, and relieved.  Becoming a whole self requires all elements, even Love.

This poem came through me, I had no choice in the matter.  Let me know your thoughts, I'd love to hear.