The Lady of Rage
When I was a teenager at school and when I was a nuisance with a thick black marker, I used to have a tag name. The name given to me was, Rage. I don't think you need much of an imagination to think why. I was an angry young woman and I expressed my anger mostly by fighting people. I now have a body of scars and bruised eye sockets to show for it. As I write this blog now, this old and familiar emotion has recently come back to haunt me. I have mellowed with age and time has
