What’s the trait you value most about yourself?
Simple—It’s My Stubborn Rage
It hates when something tries to hurt me,
Screaming to not let things be.
It yanks, it pulls, it won’t let me rest,
Not until I do more than “my best.”
Oh, how stubborn you are, My Rage,
Knowing how far goes our cage.
Remembering time pressing down—
Never letting us play our sound.
It knows I’m so, so tired,
Yet Stubborn Rage keeps me wired.
It won’t ever let me expire,
Not until this world feels my fire.
Burn, burn, burn it all to the ground.
Flash, flash, flash my proof all around.
Proof that I did not go down.
“It flashes, then fades — a rhythm I’ve reflected on before in Burning the Candle at Both Ends… For What? and Have You Fully Met Yourself in the Silence?
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