It's my nature not to keep hate in my heart.

Friendship

It's my nature not to keep hate in my heart.

The stage was set—your kin, a gallery row,
You turned your tongue into a blade of glass.
I watched the poison spark and start to flow,
While silence held the seconds as they’d pass.
I bore the sting beneath a placid mask,
And kept the jagged shards inside my chest;
To shield the ones who loved us was the task,
To put their gentle, hopeful hearts at rest.

 

You whispered stories of my hardened soul,
That I was cold, that I had locked the gate.
You claimed I held a grudge, that I was whole
In harboring a deep and bitter hate.
But you were wrong; I washed the slate each night,
I offered grace before the sun could rise.
I never kept a flame of vengeful light,
I only searched for truth within your eyes.

 

I still arrive, I still extend the hand,
I speak the words that bridge the hollow space.
But trust is like a house upon the sand,
Washed out to sea and vanished without trace.
I never found the root, the hidden seed,
Why you would need to cut me down so small.
I never felt the urge to make you bleed,
I only wept that you would build this wall.

 

It wasn't hate that changed the way I see,
It wasn't wrath that made the tether fray;
It was the quiet, lonely mystery—
Of why you tossed the kindness all away.

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  • sorenbarrett

    A sad poem that speaks of forgiveness that is far different than trust. Well written with wonderful rhyme and flow it speaks of not having the nature to hold hate but that past experience has taught one not to trust. Well written

  • arqios

    Kindness is an exemplary nature to have and keep. 🕊️🙏

    • Friendship

      thank you

      • arqios

        Welcome, Friendship

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Friendship, I've known that feeling of reaching for understanding and never quite finding it. Sometimes the unanswered "why" lingers longer than the hurt itself. This speaks to me, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

        • Friendship

          ❤️ Thank you, my friend🌹

        • NafisaSB

          some people are too caustic, and never understand what the silence of the other person may mean - well expressed..



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