A decision we must face
and there is no between,
a weakened heart thirsts –
does it wither,
or drink from renewed streams?
It is either love
to the depth of my core,
or hate drowns –
to its doom
a once fruitful soul.
Inside me, it will try
always bite and grate,
or I forgive –
it takes but one word
to limit its stay.
If hatred is allowed
to flow and linger,
love ceases –
for a river leads one way
without thirsty fingers.
Permit these tributaries
forever emptying within,
if hate floods –
single-minded straights
who really wins?
Rushing rivers
lead to the masses
of those salted oceans –
source no longer remembered,
lost, unable to recollect notion.
Fight, cling, and swim,
seek restful channels;
here to stay –
my tears will flow for
those hate misguides to battle.