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After the fight: What kindness is.

She tells me how kindness works;

for every wrong you do

you must do three things right;

To replace

to hide

the way you once felt

and the way you once acted,

who you once were.

I am human.

I admit I get angry.

I hurt.

I feel crushed underneath others words.

I bleed red just the same as you.

All she hears is excuses.

I tell her how kindness works

because kindness stems from the heart

from the love, respect and preservation

of every human being, that walks our blue rotation.

Kindness does not come from making up for wrong actions

and without these wrongs, we would never be able to distinguish right.

Do you really believe that it is all about keeping score?

Little tally marks in your mind,

grudges and memories to remind you of who still owes you their three acts of kindness?

I cry

for you,

for those who think that kindness is just a bartering coin to add a point of good

and erase a mark of bad.

I weep

for myself,

because I know I said cruel things to you

and I love you;

but I don’t regret being myself,

or hurting…

I will learn from this.

This will make me a kinder person by nature

but I will not give you three acts to pay for my mistakes.

And I am tired of being Mis-Taken for anything more than

human.

 

Once again I have shared a really personal poem but because when I write it always has a lot to do with me,I am quite selfish in that respect. I also shared it though because even though it may be a little muddy in general, especially as to where this stemmed from , I hope that is makes enough sense as to make you really think about some things. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow,my ink would cease to flow.”

 

 

 

 

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Author:

I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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