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This simmering rage fueled by all the things
we have brushed off too often - "leave it"
"it's nothing really" - is ready to boil over.

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rage is
the accumulation of every
this should not have happened
and
this should not be happening
that was not voiced and embodied
rage is terrifying not because it is out of control but because it is
true
and it rips the roof off of complicity and the presumed safety bought with it

constantly what they want is
for rage to be made soft and toothless they want
to pet it like a sleepy cat and they are making sure you
are doing your part to keep it purring but
rage has a way of making you feel clean
and reconnected to the brilliant feral untamed being
that you are in spite of the best efforts to domesticate you into submission

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Stand tall on this earth;
let out the roar;
that calls for change.
HilaryC

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Some say we should tamp down the rage.

Don't look back. Forgive and Forget.

No. We remember so that we can turn the page.

dm

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Where do I put all of my rage?

Women’s pockets are never deep enough to hold it all and if you carry it visible in a bag or purse, it can spill out, unbidden, and suddenly you are THAT woman.

Sew it in the hems of your clothes, the patches on the knees of your jeans, the buttons in your blouse — always with you, always close, but they’ll never see it coming.

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Blinding, white-hot and way too satisfying rage

Reminds me just how terrified I must be to be drawn back into such a scary place

Thus reminded, I am allowed to seek comfort and have my fears salved in blankets of comforting love

BWH

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Outrage
Courage
Intervention
Restoration
Peace of heart

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RAGE is in my heart—
Then I mix and add an e
And become EAGeR!

WDRplus

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jesus upturned the tables in the temple of jerusalem. the cleansing of the temple.

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Belittle the called.
Verbal rage undoes us all.
Build all up with love.

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grief and rage are entwined as the events are reported

the number of the dead, the weapon, the shooter

they are powerless to stop the maddness

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our rage is only as holy
as the love from which it flows
and the tenderness it becomes

-akb

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I hear you building as the sound of blood rushes in my ears.

I see your blindness as I look through tears.

I find your release in the action that I take with those who recognize you too.

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My body fears my anger so deeply it will send me to sleep to avoid it.

My worst sins are rooted in this crippling of my rage.

I cannot fix my failures. I can only find my fury in my future.

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fear recognized
unbound words
become action