Antipathy's Way

I’ve been thinking

Soul searching, says Antipathy

As the battle furies on

Inside my immaculate conception

Of self-preservation, survival.

My lesions are bottomless

Beneath my victim guise.

I find comfort in controlling the masses

And their assessment of my demise.

These wounds may never heal

But the appearance of such is intoxicating.

I may not be what I seem

But my pride is saving me.

I say I forgive

But I say an abundance to please.

My rod and my staff, they comfort me.

Surely my spite will lead me

All the remaining days of my life.

In this truth I snub and nullify -

My way is God’s way.

It’s my right, my “I’m OK!”

*2014 Vaughn Wood

"To be wronged is nothing, unless you continue to remember it"

   - Confucius