Bound within the epicenter of hate
realization seemed to have dawned
within the deep caverns of her mind
Friends and love words which
were too precious to her before
exceeding all other emotional longings
now lay fluttering like a tattered cloth
caught among the thorny shrubs.

She had been open to love
The *** of love she carried
soon overflowed and finally her
hands slipped and she was left
with a broken *** or was it her heart

She now crafted a new ***
*** with a hole at bottom corked
She uncorked it when the *** was full
and soon all the people and love flowed out
and the *** her heart lay intact.

Her love had a unidirectional flow
It only flowed from her never
accepting any in return.
Love made you vulnerable
hate made you strong,
so she received hate
shied away from love.

Tears no more flowed
the glands lay spent exhausted
damaged permanently by over use
so she always smiled
preferring to walk alone
sowing seeds of love
but never receiving any.

Soon world made her a messiah
she did not want any of that
another man borrowed her idea
taking it beyond her death.

and somewhere in some lone
ramblings of the religion found
by that man she lived on
in these words
Rise from hate
Its never too late
do not give in to destiny and fate
you can always start from a Blank slate.