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