I Fought a Thought

A simple seed of hate planted in me
rooted itself firmly in my being
watered it with every beat of my heart
its gained strength through time
no longer a simple seed
but a forest.

With a canopy so dense with pain
little light can get through
nothing grows there but dead trees
grey crumbling skins, twisted contorted limbs
pulsing with sin.

There’s a darkness in me so vast
and yet shielded with another thought.
What if I can do this.
Living in hope for the day I can chop it down
rip up the roots
plant a new seed.
A seed of love


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