Hatred is like a weed that grows and spreads its seeds with the wind.

Hatred is the wind that blows its discourse through the trees.

Hatred is like tree with a shadow so great that nothing grows beneath it.

Hatred is like a shadow that darkens the depths of your heart.

Hatred is like your heart with no blood and nothing to pump to your veins.

Hatred is like your veins with no life left in them.

Hatred is death.

Hatred disguises itself as things that Sound so gentle… seeds, wind, trees, shadows and hearts and life giving veins. That is how It creeps into your life recognize it before it’s too late.

Trish ©️ 2018