Just cause

I don’t I’ve ever been hated without cause. I’ve certainly done some things that deserve hatred. I’ve said hateful things to people close to me, and not. I regret that.
 
I don’t believe I’ve ever hated anyone. Not really. Perhaps I should make some lists. Write it all down. Set it alight. Maybe confession is good for the soul, but it’s a fearsome thing.
 
Sometimes forgiveness seems an impossible task.
 
I’m tired of having to explain. Or make excuses. I’m willing to listen to the words. Maybe I’m ready now.