Hate

Posted on November 16, 2016 | Posted by Annie Saunders

Hate looked me in the eye—

and I gazed back at it.

Fear hunted me from behind—

and I longed to disappear from it.

To this world I dwell in

with Corruption,

I stand on my Rock and

scream,

“Difference!”

But still Hate watches,

Fear still bites,

and Evil lurks in my night.

Of Light and Dark I am

composed.

Of Good and Bad I merely

suppose.

What am I if I adhere

to Hate’s stare?

What am I if I let

Fear gnaw at my rear?

I draw my swords, Truth and Love—

to tackle that which

strikes my heart.

Let my anger be a strength

that spears,

and not a fuel that consumes.

Hate looked me in the eye

Fear hunted me from behind

That I cannot deny.

But Hope and Courage came

near,

and Mercy made everything

unfair.

—Hannah Ellen Saunders

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