Illusion Of Hate
I recently recovered an old poem from an old cell phone. I'm pretty sure I never published it online, so today I edited it and am publishing it to Steemit. I hope you enjoy it. 😎
ILLUSION OF HATE
All this hate is just an illusion,
When it comes down to it we love who we love.
The hurt, the sick perversions, only demonstrate our willingness to forgive.
In forgiveness we find redemption and power,
The only kind of power capable of powering humanity.
And without it we struggle and struggle against a tide of inevitable destruction.
Look at those who have hurt you the most,
The potency of the pain directly correlates to the battery of love.
Love can't be helped,
If we could turn it off like a faucet and stop the pain, we would,
But we can't, so instead we forgive, because that's all we can do.
The hate is not real.
It is manufactured to justify unrequited love.
SJM, 2016
This strikes so very true! Love is the battery, as you say. There is also a forgiving of Self which is hard. We have to load that blame on our own backs in the end, for everything that happens, even the deceptions and the disappointments we may find along the path.