Deep inside lies the nasty bitter acid of hurt pain and hate.
Swirling around in a pool of wordless bile.
Waiting for the moment it meets its mate.
To boil , burn and rise that magic mile.
What if the mate was pure and white?
What if that mate turned acid into milk?
What if that mate turned hate into light?
And what if… just what if…..
that mate held you close and smothered your hate.
And walked that magic mile with love instead of hate.