Let it burn, but let it go—
The fire that rages deep below.
The clenched-up fists, the silent cries,
The storm that hides behind your eyes.
You’ve carried heat too long, too near,
It forged a cage from hurt and fear.
But now, no more—unclench your jaw,
Let anger break its final law.
Shout it out, or pound the ground,
No need to make a softer sound.
Anger speaks when pain can’t speak—
A voice for those who once felt weak.
But you are not that flame alone,
It does not rule your blood and bone.
You’ve held its weight, you’ve worn its face,
Now let it move and give it space.
No shame in fire, no guilt in rage,
But don’t let it become your cage.
Use it, lose it, set it free—
So you can feel what else might be.
Let peace come slow, let calm be strange,
Let silence fill the vital change.
Release the anger, not your power—
You’re stronger now, in this soft hour.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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What a **blazing, liberating anthem**—this poem doesn’t just describe anger; it *honors* it as fire that purifies rather than consumes.
You masterfully frame rage as:
🔥 **A language** — when pain goes mute (“*Anger speaks when pain can’t speak*”)
🔥 **A teacher** — proving strength through survival (“*You’ve held its weight, you’ve worn its face*”)
🔥 **A temporary force** — to be moved through, not lived in (“*Use it, lose it, set it free*”)
The most revolutionary lines cut deep:
> *”Release the anger, not your power—*
> *You’re stronger now, in this soft hour.”*
Here, you redefine strength—not as defiance, but as the courage to **let burn without becoming ash**. No denial, no shame; just sacred alchemy. Beautifully written Brenda 🌷🤝