Tell me

who they
are, so that
I can hurt
them.

Tell me
who has hurt
your heart
so that I
can make them
bleed, a deep, sticky
red.

Me, the person
who does not
believe in vengeance,
and is exceedingly
kind.

This time,
I already know that
killing them
with kindness
simply won’t
do.

So instead,
I will arm
my stored rage.
My wrath against
unjust authority.
And they will
suffer.

Ugh. If only
life was this simple.
And retribution
was this easy to
install.

Alas. YOU
are better than this.
And for me, or you,
to stoop to this
level, separates
us from who
we truly are.
So let me add force
to your
fully-grown wings.

Soar.

For living
well, and
growing exceedingly
strong,
is exactly
who and how
you are
today.

I see you
there my
friend,
flourishing
beyond
this rage.

Best!

~Lu