I hate you.
Everything about you.
There’s nothing more I’d like than to turn away from you.
Leave you there with nothing but sorrow contained between your arms.
You took from me what I held so dear.
Let it slip past defenses, slowing a silent blade to cut you from all that’s worth living.
So by all means cry.
Because I hate you.
This is one poem in a series of twelve poems showcasing an individual’s journey of finding self-worth between the trauma and shame of the past and a desire to find healing in the present. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.