Hate is Like a Ripple
Hate is like a ripple on a lake.
One tiny touch, one tiny pebble, and it grows and spreads.
It keeps going until the water meets the land.
But in reality, there truly is no point at which it stops.
In reality, I am that pebble.
And as I sink deeper into those dark waters, and the ripples continue, I try to keep afloat.
But a pebble cannot swim, and a pebble cannot float.
So I can only wait and hope and pray that someone will come along to save me.
All my life I have been submerged, just barely above the bottom.
But now I think I see some sunlight. And the distance between the bottom and me is growing.
Maybe someday I'll finally feel the warmth of the sun and see the vastness of the sky.