RAGE

My emotions guide this ship through a darkened sea… Anger — a storm on the horizon… And I’m still learning how to gain control. Anger’s always burned like fire in my veins, Viking blood boiling, seeing red through the haze. Calm turns to snarling, spitting vitriol and spite, A monster unleashed in the dead of the night. I lock it deep in the hold inside my mind, Lessons carved in flesh from the ones I left behind. Twin and mother wore the same heavy chains — Their memory still cuts like a rusted blade in the rain. Crawling disgust slithering under my skin, The creature steals the wheel and pulls me back in. Blaming others for the wounds I still bear, While the child inside me gasps for air. Rage! Burning deep inside my core! Rage! Fueling the spite and the war! Rage! Too much to bear, drowning in despair! Rage! Claws scraping the hull of my soul! Rage! Throwing me down in the hold! Trampling the dead of my past! This pulsating dread won’t pass! Liars on the waves, words like daggers fly, Internet hordes spreading poison across the sky. Frustration raking nails across my deck, Discontent brewing — I’m a goddamn shipwreck. Righteous fire rises when I see evil and pain, But this vitriol rage is just pride wearing chains. Revenge in my heart, selfishness at the helm, A pirate lost in his own twisted realm. It makes me snap at the ones I love most, Hurting my queen, my kids — betraying my post. Jesus, I’m calling — take back the control! Before this monster devours my soul. Rage! Burning deep inside my core! Rage! Fueling the spite and the war! Rage! Too much to bear, drowning in despair! Rage! Claws scraping the hull of my soul! Rage! Throwing me down in the hold! Trampling the dead of my past! This pulsating dread won’t pass! Then Your words cut through the thunder and rain: “Put them all away — anger, wrath, malice, slander… obscene talk from your mouth.” Blood drips from these rage-blinded eyes… The Helper deep inside won’t let me compromise. I choose to surrender this Viking’s war, Lay down the pirate’s sword on this blood-soaked floor. Monster to holy fire — I yield what I can’t tame, Turn the storm inside… into Your Holy Flame. Rage! I see you now — you will not steer! Rage! I name you — and I will not fear! No longer drowning in this sea of despair, Holy fire rising — burning the poison in the air! Rage… I lay you at Jesus’ feet… Monster burning holy fire… The storm is in His hands — I’m finally free. The storm still rages… but not alone. Viking blood… now runs for the throne. I rise… I yield… Holy fire… take the wheel.