Reflections
Hate
Posted on November 16, 2016 | Posted by Annie Saunders
Hate looked me in the eye—
and I gazed back at it.
Fear hunted me from behind—
and I longed to disappear from it.
To this world I dwell in
with Corruption,
I stand on my Rock and
scream,
“Difference!”
But still Hate watches,
Fear still bites,
and Evil lurks in my night.
Of Light and Dark I am
composed.
Of Good and Bad I merely
suppose.
What am I if I adhere
to Hate’s stare?
What am I if I let
Fear gnaw at my rear?
I draw my swords, Truth and Love—
to tackle that which
strikes my heart.
Let my anger be a strength
that spears,
and not a fuel that consumes.
Hate looked me in the eye
Fear hunted me from behind
That I cannot deny.
But Hope and Courage came
near,
and Mercy made everything
unfair.
—Hannah Ellen Saunders
