Unshaken by Hate

Let venom spill from bitter tongues,

like restless waves that crash and churn.

Yet I stand firm where kindness clings,

unmoved, unburned, unwilling to return.

Their words may strike like winter's claw,

cold and sharp with cruel intent.

But warmth within—my quiet law—

remains untouched, unbroken, bent.

For hate is but a fleeting storm,

a shadow cast yet never whole.

And love, though soft, will take its form

in roots that hold the strongest soul.

So let them curse, let anger rise,

let darkness howl its hollow call.

I walk beneath forgiving skies,

unshaken, rising past it all.