The Cruelty Of Hate

I thought for so long you were my good friend, trusted you with a faithful mind without any doubt, but in the difficult times I didn’t find you by my side, saw instead the mask you wore fall discarded in debris. Your senses became the fast spreading wild fire of hatred, uncontrolled, it smoldered the motif of your intrinsic quality, and as it flared up, it burned my gentle demeanor, its viciousness blazed the bonhomie of our bonding chords. The scruple of your sane senses turned into cinder, erupting out of the fuming abhorrent chamber, flew in the spreading smoke of stifling spite, tearing the threads of reason you lost, I didn’t know why. I didn’t run away utterly dejected from you to self-heal, or being despondent, sought shelter in the den of disdain, nor did I ignite within me another flame of revulsion to treat you the way you did me, and feel good in retaliation. As one fire can’t ever extinguish or contain another fire, for they burn together the shrinking space of restrain, I faced you with self-assured confident calm mind-set, for the serenity of my soul your hate couldn’t perturb. The flow of forgiveness stream emanated from within me as the embracing nectar of divine fountain. Emerging empathy drenched me with cool shower, while the tender touch of absolution doused the fire. In the space of bruised essence that slowly transformed, I felt the benign breeze of prudent composure blow. I arose from the ashes of fond feelings burned by your hate to send from my tolerant heart friendly good wishes to you.