Hate Yet Love
I must detest one,
just the one, yes,
battle within myself
so that I can love the rest.
I use words and phrases
that hold my sense of conflict
so that my strict faith
may rest in my wish to love.
Our grip on love
may not exist; so let it not slip
into the wasteland of my mind -
a mind that holds so much conflict.
Are we born to create a passion
for a battle within ourselves?
Who can love
with no comparison with hatred?
So, yes, I do loathe one,
engender protest for one.
Am I to kill? I suspect not.
But hate? Oh yes, do hate.
(Sep 2022)
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