Ra9e

A blur of steam. The equivalent of driving after a storm in the dead of night with no street lights and barely a line of guidance in sight. A fog so thick fills my vision and adds to the discomfort that has taken over. Anxiety. It feels overwhelming. I just want to arrive at my destination, so I speed. 

I'm racing time and patience, for my kitty minutes have run out. Questioning the current state of my mind and life feeds the cloudiness, further impairing my perception of the situation. Is this what I'm here for? Seemingly never-ending trails through peaks and valleys of euphoria? Does that not sound tiring? Of course it is tiring. Of course you know this already. Rage and wrath covers me because of the passion first felt for me. 

I am no ordinary creature or being. In fact, I am so extraordinary that it takes extreme highs and lows to further mold me into all that I am created to be. I know this. I feel this. I accept this. The challenge is not made easier through this knowledge, however. If anything, it can feel even harder. The energy presents to be even heavier. Why me? Who am I? What can I do? You love being questioned, don't you? How dare I, right? 

The majesty of it all is in the silence of this feeling. Rage. For there was once unbounded strife and injustice that first brought rage, sacrifice, and resurrection through the power of unconditional love. Rage serves as a reminder of just that - unconditional love. No matter the situation. 

Where there is rage, there is passion. Where there is passion, there is love. Peel back the clouded layers that fill my eyes to restore my vision of the true beauty in life. Cool the hot air that moves through me and repair my shallow breaths. Rest my heart in the assurance of prosperity through peace. I am grateful. I am receptive. I am love.