They throw stones at me but little do they know that those same stones are used to build my castle.
They spit out words like a venomous snake. And those words are what build me up emotionally.
They attack like a thief at night, unseen. But little do they know that what was stolen is the motivation for me to keep going, and take it back.
They come at me with swords and I use flowers.
I've learned their game.
Hate they say.
but I'll kill 'em with kindness.
Because that's what separates me from them.
Kindness. Love.
You see it's actually a funny fight.
For the more they attack the more they drench me in love.
The more I pick up myself.
They offer destruction
and I offer LIFE.
For Love will make you do crazy things.
Kindness will overcome.
E.Lorajne
YOU ARE READING
The Other Cheek
PoetryHave you ever wondered what other's insults and slanderous words turn into? Has those words ever ignited something in you? How did you feel? Stick around and I hope that these few words can encourage and empower you.
