Hate Has Its Own Time

Hate you must The one that hurt you It makes you human Like grief It has its own time To heal. Hate sometimes inflames us To move into a higher ground And we exceed the one Who puts us down And at a given time We become better persons. Yet others Are immobilized by hate They are frozen The hate and hurt lurked Inside their hearts They become bitter. It is therefore wise to say That hate must surely Come to its end Whether it makes you Better or bitter. For if hate has claimed possession Hate possesses your heart Hate possesses your mind Hate possesses even your very soul Ending yourself As the prey. Copyright 2018, Rose Marie Juan-Austin