Hatred

 

 

I hated people who couldn't handle their liquor, until I became one in the late stages of my own alcoholism.

I hated people who were weak, until I became one in my own loss of control.

I hated women who didn't parent with love, until I became one in my own empty life.

 

I hated people who were bound by the conventions of society, until I became one in my own fearful desire to hide myself.

 

I hated people who were intentionally cruel, until I became one in the throes of my own pain.

 

I hated people who had power, until I became one who abused it.

 

In the end, I hated so deeply that I couldn't see...

 that the person I hated the most...

 lived inside of me...

 to the detriment of my soul.

 

 

Today, I chase different things...

I seek hope and to be hopeful.

I seek serenity and to be serene.

 

I seek silence in order to listen.

I seek strength in order to lend it.

I seek connection, that I may be connected.

 

I seek the brushing of my soul against that of another's.

Blessed be.