Feelings of Hatred
by Amber Joy Ragan
The healing power of love is here.
We feel our souls escaping us.
I try to find the light in your eyes,
but see only darkness.
The angels from heaven
won't let us be apart from each other.
I see different colors,
all of them, not of the rainbow.
They make me think of death, not of living,
and that upsets me deeply.
Everyone likes to think that hell does not exist,
that there is only a heaven.
But denial will not make things easier
or more difficult to bear.
If we try to fight our troubles
we'll never see how things really are.
All anybody does is fight, and lunge at each other.
If we would allow ourselves to be of bright colors
instead of dark clouds,
then maybe we could see happiness instead of violence.