Overshadowed

I want to hate you,

And I think deep down I do.

But it is always overshadowed,

By the love I had for you.

I have a bad habit of extending my hand

And giving grace,

Where it is no longer deserved.

Focusing on the speck of light,

Far amongst the persistent shadows of the night.

Isn’t that the point?

Grace is not earned,

It’s not something that is deserved.

Still, so much of me wants to see you burn,

To teach you a lesson,

Maybe then you’d finally learn.

I also wish for you to heal,

And for me to be a blessing.

I don’t know how to be any other way,

Except to love and extend the never ending grace,

I too am in need of each day.