You had forgotten the power in rage,
the strength one finds in seething.
An energy builds as you look for a place
to displace it
like an innocent victim.

You had forgotten the power in defiance
in refusal when all that is expected
is abject obedience.

You had forgotten the power of memory
to a time of resistance
when you had choices
and power and rage.
You had forgotten the power in rage.

It is good
to remember.