Let It Be

Let it be

Say your piece

And let it be.

I knew this was not to be

Yet I did proceed.

It was it.

The thing is,

Rage is pure in its form

Burning great.

Roaring with belated grace.

When it’s gone.

You realize what it took with its blight.

And you realize

It was not enough

When it is simmering

In your veins

Keeping you locked in your cage.

Apathy, oh how I wish you could touch me.

Because this is not it.

The beginning to the end

The more we say, the more we could pay.

I don’t know

From here, where could we even go?

You see, I was just living in illusions of this recovery

Yet it's broken now

When it consumed my whole being

I roared and vanquished my fears

My emotions curling in, so very dear.

My chest is expanded

Weight of anger

Feelings it has demanded

So I let it be.

I shouted out.

I did not claim defeat

My pride wounded, hurt and bleeding.

So just let me be

Cause I don’t think my rage would concede defeat.

Do you know how hollow is my victory?

I wonder, what I could have preferred.

Definitely not this wounded peace.

So let me be.

Let me rage.

Cause I know now

There is no cure

To quench my anger of its release.

Let’s us not cross paths again

The cause behind the anger, behind the rage clouded eyes.

Behind the poisonous words, and behind the uncaring words that are my lies.

I hurt, I bleed.

I am wounded yet am not capable of recovery.

So let my rage take hold of me

I let it defend me.

Because gentle and kind words didn’t protect me.

So it bled.

Let the anger bleed into my veins.

Let the soft-core hidden in the burning fire of emotional agony.

Just hide behind your anger and hide and hide.

Till you can’t find your way out.

Because if they see.

They will come for it.

Never letting you go.

They will make you a slave

Of your own emotional vulnerability.

So let it.