Hate

I hate a lot of things

I hate that the Devil works so hard

To convince me

That I'm better on my own

I hate that individualism

Permeates our culture so much

That I feel like I can't be a real adult

Or worth enough

Until I'm completely on my own

When in reality,

People were never designed

To be alone

I hate that curse words

Slip off my tongue in traffic

As easily

As water drips from a facet.

And I hate that

Sometimes that makes me feel cool.

I hate how much heartbreak hurts.

I hate that I have to watch

My friends

Watch their parents grow old

And slowly die.

I hate that some kids

Never get a chance.

I hate racism,

Because why wouldn't

You respect sometimes humanity

At the very least?

I hate that

I don't think I'll ever feel

Fully safe

Out in public by myself

And that I still check under my car

After church gets out late

Because I'm terrified that someone

Will slash my ankles one day.

I hate how much time

I spend on my "for you" page.

I hate the feeling of loss.

I hate that the concept

Of suicide

Even exists.

Because life always gets better,

But we can't always remember that

I hate that Robin Williams

Said so many beautiful things

And gave so many people hope,

And yet,

He somehow didn't have any at the end.

I hate a lot of things:

Pain, death, loss.

Most of all,

I hate sin and its offspring.

The results of sin:

Pain, death, and loss.

I hate brokenness

And the way it came with The Fall.

I hate even hate.

I cannot wait to one day

Live in a New Earth

Where pain is no more

Death is triumphed over

And loss no longer exists.

05/26/23