The Meltdown

The Purpose of Anger – Passion and Clarity

When two states of being: equal, opposed,
Meet in the middle, friction exposed,
The force of motion sparks the flame,
And life itself—Love and Pain.

Friction the clash of longing to be,
A tension that sets our spirit free,
Where we fight, we ignite, sparks birthed sight.

Anger, the friend of boundaries built:
Clarifying truth, shedding guilt.
A fire that burns, a flame that frees,
Igniting truth—Matter and Being.

For in the heat of this flame,
We see our world, we speak its name,
Passion, forged: A soul on fire,
That holds inspired amidst the mire.

To stay forever, comfort conformed,
Where I stand, the waters warmed,
As pressure mounts and space boils,
Releases me from all its toil.

Where do I go, what path is clear?
From light of dawn to sunsets near,
For in the dark, I find my way,
And in the storm, I choose to stay.

When life’s demands press close and tight,
I long to stay, yet take to flight.
To live without the cage:
To step beyond the fight and rage.

Space gives form to fire’s glow,
Movement calls me to grow.
The hardening of solid from fluid,
Thought to form, the soul to view it.

For me to stay is not to thrive,
It’s merely to remain alive,
But to go—to leave behind the nest,
And seek the truth that life is blessed.

To walk away from all that binds,
From systems set, the laws of time,
To rise, to shine, to break away,
And leave behind what’s not the way.

The light will fade when growth is blocked,
A prison built, a soul is locked.
But when the heart says, “I must be free,”
I’ll break the chains on being me.

When I’ve given all, when I’ve tried my best,
And still feel trapped within my chest,
I’ll ask myself, “Am I to blame?
For changing so, I’m not the same.”

The world insists I’m not the one,
But it’s not personal, just undone.
Growth overlaps in tangled ways,
And conflict rises through the haze.

For life longs for life, it cannot wait.
In every clash, we change our fate.
In every fight, in every tear,
Anger clarifies, it draws us near.

Anger’s the fire that lights the soul,
The passion, the heat, that makes us whole.
It’s not blind rage or empty fear,
But the voice that says, “I must be clear.”

It’s the voice of truth, the soul’s own plea,
To be seen, to be heard, to just be free.
Anger’s not chaos, but the spark—
The light that pushes through the dark.

So when the world says, "You cannot stay,"
A silenced truth, a call to stray,
I’ll stand and shout, “I am not small,
I matter here, and I stand tall.”

For anger’s the force that makes us fight,
The power that brings us into light.
It’s not the enemy, but the key,
The clarity that sets us free.

So let us bend, let roots take flight,
With legs and wheels, with wings and might.
We’ve fought, we’ve fled, we’ve frozen still,
But now we rise, and bend our will.

When transformation’s the essence of life,
We embrace the storm, we embrace the strife,
For in the friction, what’s inspired,
Is to burn, to become, to a life on fire.