~ Anger is like fire. It burns all clean. –Maya Angelou~

I have lived Hate…

Though it was not an emotion

I previously knew.

I have learned HATE…

To foam at the mouth and feel unbelievable,

Uncontrollable rage.

I have tasted HATE.

If I had one moment with you,

I would more than gladly remove life,

From your eyes, the air from your lungs.

I have breathed HATE.

I have struggled with injurious effort

To move past your cruelty,

To turn the page. To burn away this rage.

I have fed off of this HATE.

I loathe you. Hope you know, smell…

The depths of Hell.

My son, inflicted by your inhuman hands,

I have become grievous HATE.

My son bruised, by you…

A monster. Undeserving of being.

I have become HATE.

But now, my beautiful son healing…

I must heal…

Release what binds me, hurts me so.

I must learn to release this HATE.

My son: my healing light is for you.

© bipolarmuse 2012

4 thoughts on “HATE”

    1. Thank you! Yes, penned up energy indeed. The journal entry is much more graphic as to how I would like him to die… but I would be no better than him to have this hate and loathing.
      Thankfully, my son is healing… I must do the same or it will eat me alive.

      Isn’t the image amazing?! As soon as I saw it, I knew it was the right picture for this piece.

      Thank you for sharing your thoughts!


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