an eye for an eye.
Every living moment, some soul
mirrors
the souls it believes to hate.
Each action deplored,
it repeats.
And justifies.
And forgets.
Hate is such a strong word.
It has the shattering strength
of a ravaging ram
let loose amidst naive sunflowers.
Life is so fragile -
The quiet hissing of a sharp slit throat,
The silent tears of a gun shot skull,
The thousand fleshy pieces of a dynamite.
All we have is a choice.
And sometimes,
The choice you make
between hating and forgiving
Could become
The story of your life.