Principle

How must one know, when one can only see?

A thin veneer resides above the truth,

A truth that holds itself hostage within.

I fail to know why I desire that with which I may never receive,

But can only give.

Was I constructed by a tempestuous echo of guilt?

One which holds within itself an inability to be loved,

But with a resounding capacity to share the love within?

Characterized by a lamentably candid manner,

I open my heart upon myself and attempt to give,

Hoping I may help someone know they are loved,

And end the pain,

If only for a fleeting moment.

I choose to be an assembly of peace.

I resolve to hope amid fear,

Continually strive against hate,

And to hold the doctrine of kindness amidst even the darkest of souls.

This life will not temper the fury of passion that resides above the material.

Bitterness will not strike out the goodness in this soul,

And I hold hope that others still see the value of love,

In a world so driven to hate.