Part 4 of 4
Using creativity to explore my trauma and rage has allowed me to integrate it on a pre-verbal level. It touches a part of my soul and psyche that talk therapy and writing prose cannot reach. I’ve been able to process overwhelming internal states by externalizing them in my art, and in turn sharing that art with others.
I have translated the chaos that exists inside me, the confused and desperate parts of myself, into coherent shapes and expressions. I’ve reclaimed voice, even if it’s not in the traditional sense of speaking it aloud in linear narrative form.
The rage gripping my bodymind releases its grip a little more each time I allow some of it to seep out. My muscles relax, and my lungs can take in more air. When rage becomes art, it is the fire making room for new growth.
Rage is sacred, generative, and transformative. I choose to claim it as a force that builds, not breaks. It is my creative companion and muse, not my destruction. It transforms me, just as the goo in the cocoon coalesces into another beautiful form.
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