It starts like a little itch,
A beginning of a wound, A seed sprouting, And like a volatile tornado -- It erupts, Without warning. It's messy, Clumsy, Senseless, It protects nothing in its course. It squashes, It hurts, It's deadly. Oh, this thing called RAGE. It's in the teeth, The throat, The gut. While the heart stays silent, watching it GO Go nowhere and everywhere. Uncontrollable, Unashamed, Uninvited. RAGE -- Lives outside the body. It lives outside the self. It's in the air. It IS air. The air of Rage -- I'll take none of it, If I can help it. I'll take none of it, If I may choose. I'll take none of it, If only I wasn't -- HUMAN.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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