The Rage that Converts

Some moments marched against me,

Scraped and seized by authority

Before I found my solace

My voice

My purpose.

I was pushed against the bricks,

Countless times commanded to conform

Mocked and belittled for daring to stand firm

I woke up with storms of thoughts

Questions echoing in my mind:

When will I find my peace ?

When will I rise and shine ?

I looked into the mirror, staring back

Then I spoke light into my weakened heart

"I will win, I will build my walls of strength."

Every heated word, they altered, rolled, and scattered on the cold, hard ground

Those hopeful whispers breathed calm into my bones

And I began my bright sojourn

Finding myself in the changes that reshaped me

I opened my guarded walls

Only when stars nudged me from behind

Their bright reflections remind me that tomorrow was calling my name

Every fire within me learns to conquer

Every blaze yearns victory

The shadow I once chased faded away

And the door closed before me

Swung open at last

My rage did not destroy me.

It converted me:

Into strength, into purpose, into light

©️Asmau's pen 🖊