It can be started by any small thought.
It can be started by some small act
It can be started by some unknown
Sometimes, it stays for a short time, and goes.
Sometimes it does not.
For years it has owned a place in me.
I know why, but I am not alone.
Many have this place inside them too.
For some of us, it was installed by others,
but for some, we did it to ourselves.
It does not matter.
For it is there.
When it comes strong, it is like being in the darkest, most empty, cold, heartless, place, totally alone.
Here, every finger points at me that I am very bad, completely no good.
Nothing I have done is right.
It feels like I killed someone. Yet I have not.
But these sounds in my head are nothing but lies from some distant past voice.
I see hanging upon the wall, the row upon row, of casset tapes in small players.
Hundreds of tapes ready to play ,when their time comes.
Often, they seem to start all by themselves.
Magically moving me into that place of Hell, which is a lie..
I hate all of me for something, deeper than anything, the tapes play their evil song.
Eventuallly, they stop. I rest.
These tapes lie.
The Negativity lies.
The truth is I am a good, helpful, sensitive, kind person,
Imperfect as we are all.
Trying my best to survive and live and enjoy.
The time that I have, for that is all we have.
“The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it...Returning violence for violence multiples violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. ” –Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
...... Peace, Faith, Love, and Hope.