RAGE AS A BLESSING.
RAGE AS A BEAUTIFUL STORM THAT DESTROYS
EVERYTHING IN THAT ABUSIVE HOME
EXCEPT FOR YOU AND YOUR CAT.
RAGE AS THE SOUND OF AN AWAKENING TIMPANI.
RAGE AS THE TRAIL OF BLOOD YOU LEAVE
AS YOU WALK AWAY FROM THEM.
RAGE AS THE SHARDS OF GLASS
YOU LINE YOUR DOORWAY WITH.
RAGE AS YOUR COACH BENCHING YOU
FOR THE REST OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP.
RAGE AS GOD BENCHING YOU
UNTIL YOU STOP ACTING SO RECKLESSLY.
RAGE AS THE SILENT STORM OF YOUR NEW BEDROOM
IN YOUR OWN APARTMENT.
THE UNFOLDED LAUNDRY.
CRUMPLED RECEIPTS,
AND DAYS-OLD CUPS OF TEA IN THE CORNER.
RAGE AS THE QUIET SOFT OF LEARNING TO CARE
FOR YOURSELF AFTER YEARS OF BELIEVING
YOU WERE UNWORTHY OF SUCH A THING.
RAGE AS SELF-LOVE.
RAGE AS TENDING TO YOUR OWN GARDEN.
RAGE AS A SUNFLOWER,
GROWING FROM YOUR OWN TEARS.
Shona Macdonald is a nerd for astrology, poetry, and Canadian television. She resides in Vancouver, CA with her cat, Ruby. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram @shoemacdonald.