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Reflection.

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Reflection.

I stop myself from losing control.

The anger has returned stronger than ever...


But this time it is tempered, directed, and free.

It has room to be everything it needs to be without being pushed down and ignored.

I sit with it.

I cherish it.


My heart finds peace and hope.

Broken, Beaten, Betrayed.


Unafraid.

My rage protects me.

It boils up inside of me.


And I savor it.

I let it flow through me.

The scorching fire heals and restores me


And I am thankful for it.

Every moment and every day.


I thought the rage was something to be feared.

It is something to be cared for, listened to, and loved...

Much like every other human emotion.


Yours faithfully,

Qavah.


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