Can you trick yourself
Into believing
Everyone can hear you screaming?

While you violently rage
Silently in the bathroom mirror
Because it’s just you in there.
Come undone,
they never hear a thing.
Only one witness to your violation and pain.

Anger doesn’t give you more control.
That’s the lie it sells you when you ball up your fist and look for something to swing on.

Rage gives you phantom ghosts of the reigns you’re not really holding.

Our big feelings have something to tell us,
But we can’t hear when we’ve become a hurricane tormenting our life. 

In the quiet of acceptance,
In the stillness of wearing the ache on every inch of bone,
Can we fully know
What that wretched feeling
Is trying to say.