Railing at the gods

Rant.
Scream.
Throw your head back and rail
at the gods.

Be the madman.
Lose it.
Completely.

Become
unrecognizable
in your anger,
in your grief.

Let the tears fall
and fall again,
and yet again.

Drown yourself in them.
Let the grief win for once.
Forget being string,
or the image of strength.

Be the hurt.
Be the pain.
For there is no healing

until these things are purged
and allowed their brief victory,
allowed to believe
you have been conquered,.

Like the bully they are,
they will leave you alone
when there is no sport in tormenting you,
and so,

when they see you broken,
they will relax,
not knowing your surrender
is not surrender at all,
but merely a pause
before the battle turns.

About this poem. 

Try it. It works. And God doesn’t mind. He can take it. He is way more tolerant than we are.

The picture was taken in Richmond, Virginia.

Tom