The Hate That I Hate

I hate the hate that resides in me now

I hate the hate that is so heavy it weighs me down
I hate the hate that keeps my emotions tightly wound

I hate the hate that charges my wall
I hate the hate that lies to strengthen my fall

I hate the hate that has me in chains
I hate the hate that courses through my veins

I hate the hate that is a shadow at my side
I hate the hate that has stolen my mind

I hate the hate that blinds me from the stars
I hate the hate that has created my war

I hate the hate that has stolen my grace

My scarlet letter written all over my face

by Adalie Hettie

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Comments (8)

Linda, I heard story of a devotee who sought enlightenment. Each time he knocked at the guru's door he was sent away. Finally he asked - master why cannot you give me the truth I seek with such passion? The wise man answered you come to me with your cup full - there is no room for the knowledge you seek. Only when your cup is empty can I offer you the truth. I think you poem says a lot about emptiness and truth. And it's fun and soooo recognizable to boot. love, Allie xxxx
These words prove you know a lot about life understanding and writing.
Nice little logical twist at the end Linda. If that bit wasn't true then you might actually know a lot. I think you do. And you're right that this is a common scenario. I know it all too well. A fine bunch of issues and questions and structured very readably indeed. So, I think this little job went just right for you! ! Fine writing and thinking as always. jim xx
Linda....I gave up trying to figure it all out....now I just shake my head back and forth or up and down to signal my true feelings. You made me laugh with this one because I swear to you it all is too good to be true.
I agree with this. Your poem is put together well. Sincerely, Connie Webb
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