Untitled (February 23, 20111)

Often find myself
Looking backwards
Over a lifetime
Filled with much violence
And hatred.

Trying to figure out
Why I have not turned
My heart towards revenge
By returning the acts
Committed against me.

Would be so easy
To harden myself
Against everyone
Until only a frozen crystal
Exist.

Perfect
In every way
Except it is dead
That once beat in life.

Love and laughter
Constantly surrounding us
If one only look
Carefully enough
And is patient.