The power of rage

Rage is like a wild fire burning through dead bushes.
I know the power of the Australian bush fires wiping out and cleaning out the old.

My rage was triggered by abuse and lies and deception. I  moved in fast and swift. In its path those that lied resort to more bullying tactics.

My rage is a healthy one  It moves and it shifts and it cleans. It makes one stop and look at what is being cleaned out.

And where can you hide form such a rage. The flames are up . The power is up. The truth cleans out all that hides behind lies.

And why to lie?To blow up what is not? To hide from what?To avoid  what?

My rage is a cleanser. I am not afraid of my rage. Others can be as truth burns through lies.

My rage cleared out and cleansed out that the new buds can grow.

My rage is the rage of truth . Ride it to the core of what is hidden.

And new buds will emerge.

Rage unleashed through creativity is the way forward.