The True Key

Shaking uncontrollably
tears streaming down my face
hurt, injured, damaged
not by physical force
nor by spiritual
'twas his words.
stabbing into my soul
shreading, ripping, tearing, breaking
not aimed only at me,
my comrades wounded as well
retailiation is what he wants
claiming hatred is the key
I was numb, paralized till another
reached out his hand, holding mine
comforting, cuddling, loving
my spirit awoken by his soft caress
showing me one thing
Love is the true key

~Shana~
Winter 1999

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I would just like to thank two people for inspiring me to write this poem, Jai, for the first half, and Mike for the second.