Kindness is a strength, not a weakness.
To be kind, to be moral, to be saintly,
Requires the resistance of temptation.
To perfect empathy, to offer support and charity,
Requires the acquisition of knowledge,
To know the inner workings of one's heart,
And one hardly learns about the wiring of a vessel
Without discovering the key to self-destruction.
To see beauty brings impulsive shame,
And with it comes an urge to shatter it,
Shards of porcelain tainted in scarlet blood.
The scent of sinful malice is sweet,
And to use its venom, to inject it into another's veins,
To watch the victim unravel in ribbons of skin and flesh
Is horrifyingly satisfying. It sates hunger.
But you can't undo the stain of blood and tears
And the sugary taste of vengeance
Is followed by the bitter sting of guilt and remorse,
And the stains on your skin seep in with the aftertaste,
A permanent reminder as your penance.
Destruction and damage, streaked along marble floors
And faded walls, are everlasting and irreversible.
But kindness, molded and refined in careful creation
Can be undone at any moment,
All because of a single sin.
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Rose, Prose, Poetry
PoetryExploring topics of love, limerence, grief, and everything in between, this is a collection of 100 poems written over a year. The works both reflect inner emotions and outward connections, attempting to capture the interconnected nature of the worl...
