This following poem is what I call my Rage Poem. It's quite different from my previous ones in subject matter. I don't like having fits of rage, I don't like my anger, it often comes from a complete lack of trust in God and not getting what I want or think I need. But this kind of personal writing is all about connecting with others and expressing the different parts of this human life. So maybe you can relate? Also, I'm just so pleased (ha!) with how this turned out. Who knew my middle-of-the-night anger could actually turn into art?
Tidal Wave Sometimes I get so angry rage filling me up chest heavy, throat burning I frighten myself Usually it's in the middle of the night when my sleep is disturbed by anything other than the baby when sleep is what I crave most I am laying still but inside I am screaming swearing (I will keep this tame though) at God, WHY, on the one night in weeks that the baby hasn't woken up yet for a feed, are the girls awake? I could've gotten such a decent stretch of sleep! You know how exhausted I am. Could I not have this one thing? I hold back the tidal wave Sometimes even in my fitful dreams I am yelling unhinged at the people I love Usually I try to sleep pushing away the emotion and eventually I do Tonight though I write turning it all into Poetry
Now for some photos I just feel like sharing, the other art I love to make but that is definitely less angsty:
I am quite familiar with rage poems, my friend. Beautiful. Love these precious photos.
Mate, I’m here for the rage poems 👏🏼👏🏼