Let the Fire Speak

Anger is valid; healing requires acknowledgment, not forced silence.

They tell you “Stop the rage, it’s too intense,”
But who are they to police your pain?
To mute your truth, to call it “mess,”
When their comfort’s built on your restrained?

“Forgive, forget”, like grief’s a checkbox.
“Move on”, like trauma’s just bad Wi-Fi.
But anger’s not the enemy, it’s the alarm
that screams “You mattered!” when the world said “Die.”

Your fire’s not a flaw. It’s a receipt
Proof you survived what should’ve killed you.
Every “Why won’t you heal?” is a matchstick
thrown at a blaze they refuse to fuel.

Ain’t no healing in a silenced scream.
No peace in swallowing your thunder.
You tried their way; smiled, played nice,
Now watch the raw truth claw from under.

Let it rip. Let it roar. Let it scorch the lies.
Burn the scripts that called your hurt “too loud.”
Your rage is a language. Your pain? A protest.
Your fire’s the bridge from “broken” to “proud.”

Forgiveness ain’t the tax you owe.
It’s a choice, not a chain.
So let them squirm in the heat of your truth
You’ll rise from the ash.
And keep your flame.