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.
