A Minute or A Life

The staring daggers- 

The Seething rage-

An ember from which passion thrives;

 

You feel your blood boil,

And the world turns red:

How that hatred begs to control you;

 

You stop to think

Just for a moment;

A decision -a choice- must be made;

 

That ugly Hatred,

Dyed in crimson:

Is it really worth the whole of your Life?

 

Inspiring Dreams-

Decades of Happiness-

Is this moment of Hatred really worth all that?

 

You step back,

Let that hatred go,

and let it only steal a minute of your Time.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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