As I read radical hate posts on social media, I find myself writing thoughts about life trials and love, under the guise of my childhood wannabee pseudonym Julie Barnes.

I guess that way I only get limited hate messages.

I know this is not actually poetry, but I didn't see a website called "Hello Random Observations".

I prayed, to God, to be happy again.
He gave me 20 pounds.
What's up with that?

Who knocks? The door is opened.
In steps a mystery.
Is our love great enough? Strong enough?
To love them equally?

I hate this, I hate that,
Please don't do it anymore!
They just crossed your threshold,
The just opened up your door.

Your judging hate is tested
By ones that you adore,
Hating ends right at your threshold,
Love forever opens up your door.

Sometimes we silently protest because the pain of the words clawing their way out is too much to bear.

Heavy is that one defining link in the chain of our lives.
It shakes our reality, it defines our existence.
And binds us to the earth or sets us free.

That link of faith encircles the next.
The watcher, by faith, is knowingly connected, unwittingly affected.
Raise up your link, sustain the chain, be strong,
Bear on, bear on....

Is it not enough that the world bleeds souls?
The pain of this earth cries within us yet is it still not enough?

The scarred, the scared, those left and those erased....
Cries from depths unimagined.
To an end that leaves us yet again stunned.

Consider a solution....
Just LOVE!

Just love.

The end.