You wrote again today,
the envelope arrived,
almost stained... with incarcerated green.
I sit here and ponder the colors of the walls,
the blocks of glass for windows,
(bars on plexiglass?)
I think of you and I used to feel hate.
But now, sadness, pity, sorrow.
The anger has somehow faded.
I feel it is not that important to hate anymore...
to punish you anymore for what you have done...
to be at ends with myself, and the world because of you,
and what you did to my family...
But.. the crazy catch is,
you ARE my family as well.
Maybe what I am really feeling is Love.
Ahh Love. Undying, unconditional love.
The universal, gentle, kindred understanding.
The Beatles said, "All we need is Love."
A poet said once, "Love doth know no boundaries."
Shakespeare maybe?
That is the feeling I have in my heart when I think of you...
No matter what you have done.
No matter how much time has gone by...
No matter how much hurt has flowed into these waters,
I love.
Comments
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You have healed from the event. He is suffering from being in prison (even though it is for a different reason). Look ahead rather than back now. Figure ways to make things better for yourself.
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Love the soul, hate the behavior. Easier said than done. And yet we find within ourselves these magic spells that hold us forever.
You capture well the reason of the mind against the knowledge of the heart. I can see the flare of anger and the sense of loss. Beautifully done and wise in way so honest understanding.
Love, Tom B.
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