The alchemist once turned great love and pain
into hatred
and kept it deep inside his pocket,
walked the land in a journey to love himself.
A new love came,
he fearfully, carefully held it into his hands.
He had forgotten how to,
but he tried his best to cradle it so.
Unexpectedly, an old feeling emerged.
It was so heavy that he had to let
that new love fall to the cement,
watching it get cracked and shattered.
But he had no choice,
his hands were full
and he was a fool
who needs to look at the mirror.
He realized the heaviness
was coming from deep inside his pocket,
he took it out, breaking his hands in the process,
he took a deep sigh, then turns his hatred into forgiveness.
All these time he was bounded
by the thing he thought that'd protect him,
he blew its dust into the wind
and he was finally released from the chain.
But it was too late,
the love he had to let go has rolled away,
only to come back as hatred,
not just one, but multiple pieces.
The equivalent exchange was violated,
it was him who did that in the first place.
He was now left with nothing
but with his transmutation circle.
He lied in that blood-drawn doodle
accepted all the hatred summoned
it all had to happen, he thought
it wasn't all for naught.
The forgiveness he gave
is now the forgiveness he wishes to receive.
Maybe an impossible feat
but he's hoping he'll be given another chance to start again.
The alchemist who used too much alchemy,
now empty-handed, exhausted but free,
finally,
lets out a painfully sorrowful glee.