Hatred

You reek of it.

It seeps from your being like poisonous gas

It sucks the life out of everyone who associates with you.

You ask

“Why doesn’t anyone truly love me?”

“Why does everyone I love go away?”

I answer

Maybe it’s because you’re incapable of giving or receiving love

Maybe they sense the hate and are repelled

You call yourself 'Christian'

Claiming the name of a man known for his lavish forgiveness and love

Yet, you’re so filled with the bitter dregs of hate

There’s no room for love to grow

You gleefully store up each offense

Real or perceived

You horde them like a miser counting your treasure

Each one more valuable to you than family or friends

You search high and low for a new reason to take offence

You pack the poison down

Blending it with your essence

Tamp and stamp it firmly in place

Until it darkens your face and controls you

Hates’ noxious stench permeates everything you do

Defiling the good you attempt, with its vile stamp

Your outer beauty draws people in

Your inner ugliness drives them away

Oh, how I wish for you to know the peace of letting go the hate

I wish for you to know the joy of choosing to cleanse yourself of its mark

You ask

“How can I live my life and not hate those who’ve done vile things to me”

I wish you could understand that it’s a simple choice

Just like happiness is a matter of choosing

I choose a path of love and forgiveness

You’ve lived a similar life to mine and yet you choose a path of hate

Maybe you’re right and I’m “weak and pitiful”

I don’t carry around hatred for those who’ve hurt me

Maybe there really is “something seriously wrong with me”

For directing my anger toward healing rather than harm

I admit that it’s possible that you really do enjoy the vengeance you sometimes achieve

Still

I choose to love and I choose to be happy

I don’t like the way hatred feels

I tried it and it’s against my nature

I refuse to let circumstances

Or

The vile acts of another human being

Control who I am or how I behave

I won’t give up on you

Despite your

Whining

And

Ranting

That grates on my peace of mind

I won’t write you off

I believe

That inside

That hardened

Ice princess exterior

You’ve built up

To

“keep safe”

I believe

There’s a lovely girl waiting to get out

I hope she finds her way to the surface soon

So many wasted days already, far, far, too many

I know how wonderful a woman’s life can be

Even with pain there is always joy,

It needn’t be a vale of tears

It can be a shower of joy

You need only look

In the right direction

Which will win?

The darkness?

Or

The light?

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