The Rage Cage

When Anger is Locked Away and Power is Lost

We’re often taught that anger is dangerous. That it’s ugly, immature, irrational—even shameful. So, what do we do? We build a cage around it. We stuff it down, mask it, reroute it into silence, sarcasm, or self-blame. We try to be palatable, peaceful, pleasing. But rage doesn’t disappear when ignored—it simmers.

The Rage Cage is the internal prison where our unexpressed anger lives. Sometimes built in childhood, reinforced by culture, and solidified through painful experiences, this cage keeps us disconnected from a vital part of ourselves.

You might feel it as:

• The tightness in your jaw
• The fire in your chest
• The pressure to keep it together even when something inside is screaming

But what if rage isn’t a threat?
What if it’s a signal—of truth, of injustice, of boundaries crossed?

What if rage is sacred?

To reclaim our anger is not to become destructive. It’s to become honest. Anger is the heat that forges boundaries, fuels clarity, and protects what matters most. When we stop shaming it, we can work with it—learn from it, channel it, let it move through us instead of stagnate within us.

This isn’t about rage for rage’s sake.
This is about honoring your full self—fire included.

Because a caged fire will either die or destroy.
But a liberated fire?
That’s how we rise.