Rage

I want to scream until the stars fall,

until the sky cracks under the weight of my name.

I’m tired of being calm,

tired of pretending I don’t feel the storm.

Let me burn—

let me rip the silence wide open.

Every bottled-up thought,

every swallowed scream,

every “it’s fine” I choked on—

I want it out.

Let me rage,

wild and unpretty,

until my chest stops shaking

and I can breathe again.