Bitter is the way
we’ve become,
but what else could we be?
We held all the answers
in our hands,
walked the path of Truth
with our feet,
reached up
and brought down stars
to light the darkness
of our ignorance
with our bare hands.
I’m not sure
when we lost our innocence.
Something drew me
away from you,
just as it drew you
away from me.
Two that made one.
A unity divided
by toxic self interest.
Slowly,
you became cold,
clinging only to your vices.
I felt betrayed
and I
fell down into my identity.
Facets and trappings
became religious symbols.
You mocked me
and I hated you for it.
Eventually,
you found a way
to dispose of me,
and then you hated me
for being
disposable.
Cast me aside
and wished,
quite publicly,
that I
had never existed.
I see where this is going,
so I
am moving the Hell on.
I don’t want to fight you.
God knows,
we’ve got enough enemies
that need fighting.
I’m just so confused,
but in the end,
I don’t have to understand.
Love is patient,
love is kind,
and it doesn’t do well
in conditions demanded of it.
So sick of being bitter.
There is just too much
good and beautiful
in this life
to hold a heart
full of bitterness.
You’ll find me
when you need me.
You know all my
sacred spaces.
I wish you would join me there.
HG – 2021
