Some people wonder why I find it hard to hate haters.
Because I know that Hate
And so many other destructive emotions
All have a parent
A parent named, “FEAR”.
Hate is borne of Fear
Those filled with hate are to me fearful children
No matter how big
They are as adults monstrous enlargements of
Frightened children first crying
Then lashing out with anger
Adults with so much in common with frightened children
Children they often look and sound like AS adults.
I was once a scared child but only cried much
I never learned to be constantly angry as some.
I never went THERE with my fear.
I cleaned the fear off with tears
Then later fits of panic that never converted to anger
I never let that parent rule me
That parent of Fear
That births the anger hate and rage.
When I squint the eyes of emotional perception,
At times I can,
For a moment,
SEE an angry hateful adult
As the child they once were
And ARE… somewhere very deep inside.
An innocent child
Probably a very lonely frightened child
THAT CHILD I look to
Embrace with a moment of emotional perception
And that momentary embrace,
Save me from poisoning myself with hate for Them.