You are not angry
you are light learning its edges
once you were ocean without shoreline
receiving every current
translating every wave
holding the weight of storms
that were never born in your sky
your fire did not fall from thunder
it was ancient and kind
it learned the long language of patience
it smoldered in the deep
beneath names, beneath mercy
beneath the long art of understanding
until even stars grew tired of explaining themselves
you asked the dark if it was allowed
you bent light around others
and called it wisdom
but now
the cosmos is tightening its orbit
now the light condenses
now the land has shifted
now the body speaks first
heat rises from the soles of your feet
the jaw tightens like a gate closing
the bones say enough
before the mind can bargain you away
anger no longer lingers like a curse
it cuts cords
calls your power home
returns your blood to its own rhythm
it now arrives as brilliance
a brief, exact flare
showing what belongs
showing what does not
then dimming without regret
this is not rage
this is ignition
this is not wrath
this is illumination with fringes
this is not hardening
this is coherence
this is not collapse
this is correction
this is not rupture
this is ritual
you are not losing radiance
you are losing diffusion
you are not losing compassion
you are shedding possession
you are not becoming dangerous
you are becoming intact
you are not burning down the heavens nor others
you are finally standing in full authority
steady as earth
unarguable as truth
°Woodlights Woudlicht
